The cityscape paints a picture
Of a raw permeating truth
Something bigger and better than who I am
But it is me
Or at least I try and play pretend
Playing princess
In a dark forbidden castle
Locked away in the land of never ever

The streets are black and wet
Stained with putrid stank
Vile fluids and ghastly memories

Is this home?
This place where the sun doesn’t shine
Hidden away from all the beauty
A place completely human
Raw and angry
Like a fresh wound

Sweet smoke fills my lungs
Thank you, New York
For bringing me back to reality
For slapping me in the face
With life
With the insanity that made me sane
With the dizziness of drunken days
Days that were too short
Where night couldn’t wait to spread
Its darkness across the sky
And the moon dominated my sweet sun

Here in the city of death and despair
Is where I was born
I broke free of the womb that bound me
And I ran
I ran to get lost
And to be discovered
Thank you, New York
For taking me in
And becoming my cold, distant
Other mother.