Vinyl Stockings

Youth floods through tired veins and lenders
Passed by a voice that bleeds quiet burdens
A view of vinyl stockings stamped on partial truths
Feral drunken shouts shoot through dark roads
I'm drinking your scent I'm drunk and pensive

Spammed by senses driven by lust
in my path and impelled into my aquarium
Fallen into a world beyond my scope
But if there's something to learn
there's always something to forget
or to neglect/ignore