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?