A dusky sky
Coaxed and cried
Face stuck to glass
Like remains of a fly

Chose
To grope on the thighs
Of those who deny you
Deny, deny
Deny, deny

Toss me to the waters
That shimmer with gaslights
Tire sparks in the street
I’m left in the fumes
Of a guilty machine

I wish I could pity you
O' blistered brother of the south
The air you’ve swallowed
Has dried out your pouting mouth

And you’ll surely get the bends
If you don’t get out

(With two tied ankles, well do you see now?)
Insecure
Just as much
As
I
Believed you were