This wicked ole line? @ 32: 
holding out blindly & barely true. 
I see my kind (slow me down). 
Can I keep this buzz around? 

She waved me in. 
You see, confessions'd been found. 
So, I came a lil closer as the night roars down.

I sent off a letter w/ the stinger still inside 
(I shoulda skipped that bluff. I knew I'd had too 
much.)

"Curl on up
& flip out the light
Perfect stronholds
lie awake @ night."

I took a turned & a scattered look: 
no nests & a long flight 
to stare the stars away. 
She said, 
"Storms like these 
(ones like us) 
never live alone 
(never get enough).

So many like us just burn & run. 
But we're the lucky ones!
Yeah, but we're the lucky ones!"

A busy line's a long night-saved; 
a loaded lil call, dark & late. 
As Congress Ave. falls, 
w Ego's down; 
can I keep this buzz around? 
Yeah, can I keep?