I woke up in a nest of ashes
Ressurrected
My head clear full of objectives.
You run through my veins
Sprinting
Out of breath, like a horse in the heat.
All these pinpricks of light
They shoot through my skin
And I'm wondering if you should taste like this.
I drink to the ages,
A thirst always unfulfilled.
And if you were at the bottom of every bottle...
I'd drink my way down there too.
My insides would be perfectly new.
I'd drown at the dirty bottom with you.
