For the thickness of this soul
rimshot on the snare drum
stuns me into sadness
the neon glow
still reaching
for the moon
Painful mystic
shipped and boxed in sadness
Thin and plastic this rain makes all the garbage look like ice
The blacktop and the taxis
Rushing somewhere
For the thickness of this soul
rimshot on the snare drum
stuns me into sadness
the neon glow
still reaching
for the moon
Staircase into the lobby
carpet and wine
glasses of champagne
and slanted glances
slippery heels tipping me over
thinking I thought I heard your name
Fortune teller telling me in silence
all the secrets of our teenage dreams
hold me at the bar
this quiet moment
is the only thing I have left
my fingers creep across the counter
feeling the smoothness
one more time