Moth - Lala Lala

She could

A moth to a flame

Walk around the new deck

It all looks the same

As when we lived here

In some other age

Now that I am older

I have another name

Me a moth wanting good

Not this fame, nothing fake

Me a moth craving food

Not the same, what you make

Goodbye lucky

Secret age, secret place

Goodbye Fakey

Someone’s face, another taste