92. I Dream Of You

They took me to a window, the remains of which were red,

“I shouldn’t have to see all the craziness she bled.”

 

I want to see a city, all its pretty lights and fumes,

Inhale it all just like the stoners seen on midnight news.

 

But i’m sitting on a sidewalk, with eyes all swol’ and blue,

hoping someone up there’s looking out for you.

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