Remind me why I came here.
Shrug your shoulders, show me the cigarettes and stained glass that you promised.
Make this heart, this tinfoil on train tracks, crumple and bleed and alarm like so many smoky motel rooms.
Take your 40 paces and draw, tempt me with tension from across the parking lot.
Tell me tomorrow we'll find ourselves just as nameless as tonight.
Remind me, again, why I came here.