Cold fries on half a cigarette

I'm leaving

They double my potion

But those eyes

You might have to pretend you're not leaving

Until the song is done

Blue bow

As simple as the snow

Like confetti

How steady you bloom

But those girls

When trouble makes you feel like it's okay

You left a bite I'd never seen before

And it was shaped like a moth wing

And I don't have to paint the devil on the wall panes to say

It goes but it won't go away

I said, "Oh my Lord

If you ever get back to Little Compton"

A cold light

A fire in the sky

In the shade

I've mistaken my own

There's no drugs

From Boston or LA

Now to get me

Home

You left a bite I'd never seen before

And it was shaped like a moth wing

And now I left a trail of blood from your window pane

And I'm drawn like a moth to a flame

I said, "Oh my Lord

If you ever get back to Little Compton"

Moth wing bite?

What is that?