If You Can by Matthew Milia

I got replaced
Chapped lips on my wasted face
Now every vowel just drips into the night
But oh
Your lips used to catch my drips so tight
With delight

What's this I see?
The miracles of modernity that pool
I drive by my old school at night
Something stays behind to keep the light
So bright

And oh
You know I'd like to see you make it back
To that night of barely bluish black
I guess we'll see
Won't we?
Won't we see?
If you can