You I

I find delight in empty days,

I take my counsel with wine.

My own devices have robbed me of reckless leisure.

My words will be proven in time.

The evening follows me like a blanket,

I am less convinced of anything.

I don't feel wise but I have learned to love.

Culture isn't cheap.

If you bite the hands that bleed,

You'll end up with blood-stained teeth.

You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite.

Under the stretch of whether you and I.

From harboring the hardship,

Your love-lines will be wrinkled.

Better the devils you know than don't, I suppose.

Don't practice what you preach,

A crowd of eyes have never listened to me.

I am by no means a visionary but I can see,

That culture isn't cheap.

If you bite the hands that bleed,

You'll end up with blood-stained teeth.

You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite.

Under the stretch of whether you and I.

I find delight in empty days,

I take my counsel with wine.