I grew up blind just like everyone's child, in the warmth of milk and deceit, smothered by love and the chemical dust there was never enough to believe. They chewed me up, they spat me out of their system and onto their street, and the rest of my life was a spring to forget all the greatness that could never be.
Oh beautiful town, I remember you blacker than night. The whores and the sick mouth, the bad taste, and the neon lives. Oh beautiful town, where are you now with your binge insecurities? I'll shut you down, beautiful town, as you tear your children into pieces
Absence twisted with fondness is the horror I couldn't forget, programmed in the great art of family lives and debts. Too much expectation followed by hope and then a hate in the mess, and the rest of my life was a glorious test of my will and my selfish neglect.
Oh beautiful town, I remember you blacker than night. The whores and the sick mouth, the bad taste, and the neon lives. Oh beautiful town, where are you now with your binge insecurities? I'll shut you down, beautiful town, as you tear your children into pieces
On floorboards under insolent feet, another hopscotch to my parents' retreat, with lavender bag in my hand and words of desperation on my tongue: \"Goodnight father,\" \"Goodnight mother,\" \"Are you still awake?\"