Hand me the city, hand me
the breathing steel humming
I hear when I close my eyes.
Hand me everything I need.
Did you speak to me or slit my throat?
The time is now to jump from the window.
I look to the sky, daydream of floating.
The club closed early and the rain,
the rain melted the buildings,
so we lay on your bed and waited
for the lights to change but it was still
dark when our smoke climbed up and up.
Sleeping through the slate grey morning,
What's your game? Hey poet,
you **** out our eyes and spear our hearts.