fireflies flick like cigarette ash
i'm busy remembering a horrible
crash
i've got words in my veins
&& blood on my lips
i think of ink in my skin
&& it's perfect again
unchanged to the derangement
of a local mind
i'll go the same speed
somewhere in time
to a better day
with consolation sunshine
and cheap, boxed wine
i'll still cry
but i won't think of life after this
life uncertain of having you
&& i'll remember it all