shes dents on my door
at 3am
trails of ties
laughing to confess
raining outside the dancing

still unable to pay her rent
tipping the floor
back down the line
her slipping numbers

shes about to climb
inside my city in time
he'd be here by street signs
if only she could breathe

shoulders won't cry
when stealing good nights
doorman and lost purses
subways she cant face