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I grew up blind, |
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just like everyone's child, |
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in the warmth and the milk and deceit, |
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smothered by love and the chemical dust, |
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there was never enough to believe. |
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They chewed me up, |
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they spat me out, |
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of their system and onto their street, |
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and the rest of my life was spent to forget all the greatness that could never be. |
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Oh beautiful town, |
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I remember you blacker than the night, |
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the poised and the sick mouth, the bad taste and the neon lights, |
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oh beautiful town, |
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where are you now with your binge insecurities? |
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I shot you down beautiful town because you tear your children into pieces. |
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Absence twisted with fondness is the heart I couldn't forget, |
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programmed into great heart of family, lies and death, |
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too much expectation followed by hope and then hate and the rest, |
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and the rest of my life was a glorious test of my will and my selfish regret. |
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Oh beautiful town, |
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I remember you blacker than the night, |
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the poised and the sick mouth of the bad taste and the neon lights, |
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oh beautiful town, |
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where are you now with your binge insecurities? |
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I shot you down beautiful town because you tear your children into pieces. |
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In the floorboards under insolent feet, |
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I left the hopscotch to my parents retreat |
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with words of goodnight in back the back of my head, words of desperation on my tongue: |
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goodnight father, goodnight mother |
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I used to awake. |
