tonight i desire a kind of life
that parents would name disappointing
i would live through lonely skyscrapers
that were much better known as my haunting

to dress in gowns as black as my future
and sing the blues to desperate smirks
as they grab my thigh in a hollow lust
and to let them would double my whole night's work

straight ***** would become my drink
ordered at bars where they welcome my type
leopard coats swung over a slippery stool
while i'm in the bathroom, with men who knew i might

i'd ride the subway in the early hours
with that almost vulnerable stare i flash
smeared lipstick and a desire of death
hoping this nightly routine would stand as my last