Twitching lights

Her car began to feel rather precarious
Everything became ridiculously personal
Nothing was left unexamined
From honest insects to twitching lights

The smoke we spewed layed in layers
Cuddling the dashboard
Fogging the windows
Heightening my lowest thoughts

My saliva had turned to a paste
Causing my lips to slightly stick

My throat felt haggard and coarse
Sounds were devoured by my ears
And I, was stoned