Ill Lit The Passing Lights
You tried to move downtown
When you moved mid-city
Nothing is here, here
Here the west wind moves through
You think if you had the right
Weapons in your room
You'd really be something
More dangerous is
What will you say
When your children ask about me?
Cuz they're gonna ask
What they're gonna ask
And you refuse to lie, so often
I'll be long gone
Harder than lying is still
Being still frozen; trapped
In a chair with the desk
And candle glowing
It's golden. and screaming
At the dark at your rage
At your age something
Restrains you
Better not apologize again
Or make friends who disregard this:
We get so drunk
We take a cab home
The passing lights spin
Your hot breath held
You were always up to something
Too cute to be trusted
You've been sick for so long
You think that loneliness is only this:
If you could catch me you'd
Tear me apart, you wouldn't stop
You can't stop