Cartography

A stolen mouth of wine and wandering one greedy taste
of salt and sea then bloodbath you wonder what you're conquering not me another road worn to the bone you're ugly with heat and
I want to know what became
of you from cocktails discrete to don't say what you've been going through
and I told you watch out for the generous they love all things unknown and this is just cartography it doesn't mean I call you home just passing through your town full of honky tonk swollen ashtrays you're burnt out worn down and I'm looking
for the easiest way out bite in to see what sweetness holds and I never blamed
you given the alchemist
wants gold to stake one
claim to thought you could name each truth a lie and force another compromise and we love all things unknown.