Interviewed

Intoxication.
Can't feel my lips that well and my teeth are numb.
How can I bring tears and smiles with the same utterance?
The stars are piercing the sky.
Thoughts are forced to the forefront as I follow the interlude.
Broken bottles on the dotted line.
Pure intentions.
I lead with hopes that you'll follow.
You are my fire inside.

This won't make sense next time I read it.