black spots
spread across your face
they are bruises from the hailstorm
got no
calming injections
or mattresses to rest on
you add up the final sum
and zero is your maximum
the city has always won
when zero is your maximum
you don't look
anything like you
no heat left in that body
the structure is
crooked and weary
and spent like easy money
you add up the final sum
and zero is your maximum
the city has always won
when zero is your maximum
the city can't protect you
from it's open spaces
dress you up in concrete
loose you in its mazes