Everyone Smokes In The City

You’re dreaming

It will come to you

As long as you’re waiting

Your friends will comfort you

So you lie in your bed

With ideas in your head

And you think it’s a sign

Or a cheap way to rhyme

But the man tells you “no.”

Socialite is alone

So she’ll fight on the phone-

Yeah I think we’re alright

A gentle nod

And a year abroad

Another lord has risen

The king of indecision

So you’ll talk on the street

And you’ll stare at your feet

And he’ll say “how’s it been?”

So you click on your pen

Oh, the symphonies

Get the best of me

But it feels too right

Saying “I like the Frights.”

Every time you take it easy

Two plus you is three, believe me

I’m trying to tell you how to get home

The trains are estate, the cabs are unknown

The blood on your dress will drip from your nose

The stain is bright red

But so are your clothes

I’ll watch you fall down

I’ll stick around

Until enough becomes a lot

On second thought-

Can is, cannot

Keep going your lungs will stop

I’ll stay

Oh I’ll stay

A little past midnight anyways

Cause this rain

And Verlaine

Make this 40 Oz. turn into Champagne

Every time that I pick up my phone

I forget that I am not alone

Every time you try to tell me

This is all part of your story

I’m trying to find out where I call home

The pains of mistakes are too hard to own

The blood on my shirt will drip from your nose

The feelings that haunt you leave me alone-

And I, oh my, I forget how hard it hurts to try

You’ll find, my time

In your lungs that are connected right to mine

Take me in, take me out

It’s the arrogance that you can’t live without

So I’ll go back home

I’ll write some lyrics for the show

I’ll watch you fall down

I’ll stick around

Until enough becomes a lot

On second thought-

Can is, cannot

Keep going your lungs will stop

And god knows that I’d try to find a place for you and me

But it’s not the time, I have to go, I’ll call you, then you’ll see