I said, "I'm tired of this city and the people inside it" as I fell to the ground and he was trying to hide it. Shaking and crying and embarrassing myself, wishing there was something that could help me in these shelves.
Moved to the big city, the 416. Everyone was pretty, and the boys were hip. Found a firecracker and lit him in my hand, exploded in my face but I don't give a damn. Locked him up and swallowed the key, he's happier now, forgeting about me.
Found some faces, from different places. Sent them less than three's and slept in their spaces.
GO tickets and texts, hoping for something better next. Man, I haven't meant those three words yet. But they don't seem to mind all that much.
Let the wrong one in, then board up the doors. I don't drink much but wonder if I should pour more. Buying wine to pass the time, letting the wrong ones get inside. Yeah, you're inside.
Expensive taste, contacts to erase. I swear there is something in the water here.
I died a little bit, and left you a little hint. Yeah, you know what I'm looking for. More, more, more, more.
