Are You Running Scared, Or On The Run?

It's all biting wind and
Constant static of cars.
It gets hard to see
When the sky goes dark.
And despite the stars,
We still don't know where we are.

Shrinking down
Until I'm just a pile
Of clothes on the ground
But at least I've got style.
Or something like that,
Grappling to accept where we're at.

And at night I want to kiss you,
But I'd rather not miss you.
So I'll just kiss this blunt,
This beer, and this gun.
I'm still in love with two,
Though I covet the one.