Of all the cracked sidewalks
The winding maze
Of everyone else's shattered city

He traces calcium caked bones;
Ribbon strips of dyed out dreams
Close your eyes, close your eyes!

Selectively seducing the spires of silence
Romancing the carnage soaked thoughts
Smiling all the while

The guitar  that you play every day
Is dusty like the lies you leave
Scattered on the floor like your vintage vinyls

Cigarettes you hate to smoke
Burning the lips of the girl
Whose bleached blonde hair you die to dye

Your empty wallet
Your empty hands
Your searching eyes

Back of the punk rock
All the scenes in the city
Drink you to goodnight.

The first time I saw you
Your hands were covering your eyes
Your sunglasses weren't
Enough

Your lattice veined hands pluck
Away at chords you've
Long forgotten.
Did you sleep last night?

Have your dreams
Broken in
To your
Days?

Your tears run like
Seattle gutter water
Clearing clean paths down your
Face

It still hurts
There's still garbage in the drains
But you're this much
Cleaner