How many will it take? Does your search ever end? Each den you find yourself in.
How many 9 volt batteries must you put your tongue on? Does the low voltage fill your cup?
Is your battery ever recharged?
If you’re built for high octane yet you settle for regular.
Your search for me in every encounter. Never yields the spark, the arc. Leaves you drained. Low battery.
I’m not your emergency contact. Yet, in an emergency you make contact.
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