New York forgot us and let us stayLow society in high societyOutside The Chelsea hustling for smokesLet the rain come down on usLet the rain
Month: April 2010
Sitting alone in a bar with The ByrdsA mouth full of blood and the air full of GramBartender looks and shakes his headHe’s seen my
She felt the beauty drip like bloodCaressing her soul and blinding her eyes.She sat thinking only of himGliding on emotion’s ocean like a solitary sailboat.
If you throw me a boneI might lick your handBut that doesn’t mean you’ll understandThe ticking in my headOr the wish to be dead. The