I can let it grow on me but I can't keep anything off.
I can't keep clean.
The **** suckers had other plans anyway.

My guts are eroding.
I wrap myself in sheets and roll down the bank into the river.
Cold chemical baths for the sick and disorderly.

White noise money, millions  bet on a chance.
Escape the bad lighting and minimum wage.
Notice the disconnect between love and anything else.

It's cold crossing the bridge.
Even colder when empty eyes won't stop staring.
When I skinned my knee's everything didn't seem so bad.

But there you are, sitting on the curb laughing like a maniac.
I laugh too because this city never ate us whole.
It spit us out before it could even swallow.