Pothole

Everything's a
Pothole or a
Restaurant
And smells like pot
I forgot
Not everybody wants what I want
Not everybody's thoughts are my thoughts
And my loss isn't everybody's loss
Here's what we have
What we have made
And it feels like water on my face
At the end of the day
It's sunset here
What's it for you?
How'd they get the pink light to
Come out like that?