Moth

Self-promoting and self-aware

Self-fulfilled till my self's not there

Daily energy spent all wrong

I refill and I move along

I have dreams that I pull the plug

IV cord wrapped in scissors hug

I'm a porch light district bug

Hit me up fast in the night time

Keep the burn back from my cold soul

Hit me up fast if it's my time

Keep it lit up till I'm old

Fingertips raw from punched typeface

Give me liberty or cheap-ass grace

Lower bar but relentless pace

I'm a star, put me in my place

Just a face on a crowded page

Missing crowds and a darker age

We are nameless and born this way

Hit me up fast in the night time

Keep the burn back from my cold soul

Hit me up fast if it's my time

Keep it lit up till I'm old

The sky is falling as flat as my phone

Bells ring hunger like dial tone groan

Aesthetically apathetic

Monotone prone

Lose track till hand back reminds me of home

Nothing phases me now

I could fall asleep on a plane with the window screen down

Nothing phases me now

I won't even wake till we hit the ground

White light

My night light, my white knight

Thin lids and my eyes are glazed like

There's a film I always see

Showing me places I don't wanna go

And people I don't wanna be

Yeah