Feeling

Tunnel vision at the beach
White sands pound neon concrete
Spiked coffee nothing to do Tuesday
Psychedelic electric guitars
Dance into an afternoon movie
Sprinkles on frosted skin and sugar cookie hair
Tattoos I’d like to touch all over everywhere
Always so out of touch
An angel with bloodshot eyes
Spiraling down a busted street light
Under a strawberry moon
So used to feeling nothing
I feel
Sick
Is the only way to heal
When I feel
I tell the truth
When I feel
I run from you
I know you can’t keep up
I’ll never love you or anyone
I only love this feeling
Every 5 A.M. I’ll wake the world up with the birds