Fast Lane Geisha

A couple mention misteltoe.
Put me in a stranglehold.
There she goes.
I'm not lucky.
Sanctuaries seal me.
Senses no more.
Not a grasp on what I do.
Pushed away geisha.
A centuries worth of right and wrong-
Leads my own circumstance.
It's brought about-
Get me distraught.
All the people I imagine get better-
Then we wonder why we speak so easy.
The appearance I give is just imitation.
This stories old, don't tell me more of it.
Yes I write this setting up bales above us, above us, above us, above.
The desire rushed me away from you, from you, from you, from you.
Cigarette two thirds finished and leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving.
Does it matter when I found one to rush me back?
Until you won't be surprised-
I have nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.