lost in wild confusion
of everyone hunting for their
own fortune
or own gravity
or own hips to move
or old tellers of truth

the heat of the porcelin backdrop
as we drink against sunlight
I almost belived these were streets
we could dance on
but there's nothing you can
grip in this city that's not halfway broken

we're in fantasy in neon
mocking dreams
and this aint what you think you found
we're all each others heartbreak
wrapped in torn shower curtains
looking over hopes and sins