Your piled clothes were left in the basement
You're holding breath - I can't see where your face went
These cities grew up like vines on a tree-
With water, and lights, and history
Lost both hands in a turret-gun fight
Saw the ghosts for years every night
(These days, you must be careful-
This one time I looked up
And saw gla** raining down
From a fire that broke the windows out
Another time, it was fire being born out of gla**.)
And at the same speed, you nearly lost yourself
And at the same peak, you really lost yourself
Our bad vibes drowned in a washdown
Our anger left us deaf and begging at a doorstep