yesterday we were setting fires inside train cars
and roaming the underneaths in boots and blindness
searching for a way out in the concrete beneath our feet,
in the waters beneath our streets

now we’ve traded lost childhood kingdoms
for a different kind of solo song without any harmony
we drive the roads respectable and fully clothed
and abandoned houses are but a lost dream

no more broken windows and fistfights at night
just the softness of a pillow-top mattress
to prepare us for a rest that might never end
while the past fades fast into the distance

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