Sugarlight

Sugarlight we're addicts why do you think we came he's pasting
Gold leaches on my arm we sharpen up our teeth white sugar he
Speaks french memorizing torsos he's open throated in the corner
Hands arrive at hands my arm is tired of waiting to burn it down
Sugarlight, sugarlight i can't believe swallowing on bulb after
Another in the city of electric light