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 strongholds 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?