three years and one million long nights later
i sift through ashes on Stanton Street
A radiance going invisible
in a silent explosion we both scream

these photographs on the bedroom floor
they rest like needles in my eyes
lying naked in the bathtub
it's filled with stale beer, nicotine, and cchildren's fears

if the walls could talk
we both know they would snicker and shriek
oh my darling the room is getting cold
and how i wish i could make this bed up

sleep desperately
on beds of broken bottles and regrets
awake average
under laughing ceilings and outstanding debts

as this house dies i watch it come to life
as our lives become remember when's
and yes I do, there was something about growing up we couldn't get past
calloused and numb, drunken and dumb
calloused and numb, drunken and dumb

there are streets I will always call home
there i faces i will never stop loving
there are times when lives will rust and fall unser repetition
there are always loopholes...i'm bowing out and blowing kisses