You and 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,
I 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.