A dusky sky

Coaxed and cried

Face stuck to glass

Like remains of a fly

Chose

To grope on the thighs

Of those who deny you

Deny, deny

Deny, deny

Toss me to the waters

That shimmer with gaslights

Tire sparks in the street

I’m left in the fumes

Of a guilty machine

I wish I could pity you

O' blistered brother of the south

The air you’ve swallowed

Has dried out your pouting mouth

And you’ll surely get the bends

If you don’t get out

(With two tied ankles, well do you see now?)

Insecure

Just as much

As

I

Believed you were