.by lamplight

lamplight guts stain the pavement gold
as you stagger your way home
there's more planes in the sky than stars tonight
over the empty taxi zone
with an aching mile in every single breath
the wind holds close to your face
neon signs cutting through your eyes
as you run from this god awful place

so I'll let the city judge me
and I'll fall down to my knees
awake yet again
in a neon dead end
why can I not sleep

what have i done, this time?

lamplight guts stain the pavement gold
as you stagger your way home
there's more planes in the sky than stars tonight
over the empty taxi zone
with an aching mile in every single breath
the rain holds close to your face

I'll accept the city's judgment
whatever it may hold
either false compliment
or as accurate as is told

lamplight guts stain the pavement gold
as you stagger your way home
the last last few cars lighting up your path
as the pills you took take hold
puddle scum dead shoes press the last wet steps
through the echo of the night
through the quiet haze
and the suburb maze
to the cold gray morning light