by David Mac
Black windows
Black heart
Black soul to look through
The masterpiece has changed
The painting’s not the same
Town night air swirls
Don’t know no better
Drives you crazy
Bleeding ghosts of girls
Lips like cigarettes
Smiles like stars
Rats betray the dream
We’ll never change
We’ll never get over a thing
The love of snakes
The fear of apples
We’re a force to be reckoned with
We do not stand a chance
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