| I can’t connect to this sacred object
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| The bar was open but for me the bar was closing
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| I like to suffer in a silent way
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| I can’t get through the days without a glaze across the face
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| You’re so smart and witty
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| And funny and pretty and skinny
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| But tonight I don’t feel right
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| I can’t wait until I’m back in the city
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| A lonely rage
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| The hunger is the meanest cage
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| A lonely rage
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| The hunger is the meanest cage
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| I felt like we were at a loss
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| This is the cost of art, the way you hit me with your grin
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| And now I’m almost over it
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| Soon you’ll set me free and raise a flag half-mast
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| I’m so stupid and speechless and burned-out, sedated and faceless
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| And sometimes it feels like I don’t even exist in this place
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| I’m momentum in transit, alive in the rhythms of movement
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| It’s when I stop and start thinking that I realize all the people I’m missing |