Gold

It’s a bitterness I long for,
Crawling skin turns red and raw,
You lick your liquored lips, crawl back for more,
High enough, bright enough but hollow.
It’s a river runs fast and cold,
Swept me under, not to let me go,
The moonlight fooled me, I saw gold,
High enough, bright enough but hollow.
It’s a bitterness I long for,
Crawling skin turns red and raw,
You lick your liquored lips, crawl back for more,
High enough, bright enough but hollow.