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?