moths (Patreon)

Like a moth to a flame
Why am I drawn to pain
I would love to sit here and say that I hate it 
But perversely I think I may live to create it 
And maybe that’s why you like me so much 
You see in me that same familiar clutch 
At a life so fully lived it just may destroy you 
At the violent truth 
At the chance to feel brand new 
This way and that way 
Up down now replay 
Can’t you see that the train’s left the station 
You did say you needed a place to vacation 
But I don’t think you meant a permanent ride 
Can’t say I didn’t warn you
I told you
I tried
Look me in the eye and it’s over for you
That gift of sight
That hauntingly clear view
Like moths to the most beautiful explosion 
Captivated by our own gravitational implosion