“Broke kids running through the city, drunk on the subway train. Set free every time you kissed me we couldn’t feel no pain.” 

How many agonizing roads will you follow? One? Maybe two? Until you’re broke? 

I’ve been a goody-two-shoes since we were kids. 

Now I’m runnin’ and running. 

Going through motions, through. 

Across every ocean and the 

limelight of New York City.  

I stumble through my past, drunk. 

I’m drunk on the languid and anguish, on and on 

I go, without fallin’, without the 

safety net or the subway 

to take me home, my mind racin’ like a freight train. 

I’m on my path, “chosen”, but like stone isn’t set 

I’m not lookin’ to be free. 

This feeling, these feelings follow everywhere 

no matter how much time, no matter the time. 

I want to leave and I’ll leave you in the dark, but you 

won’t leave. God, why don’t you!? Your lips lingering with an unspoken kiss, moon-kissed.

Your stone is set. Set in resolution and somehow it’s for me. 

What are you fighting for? What are we 

doing so I couldn’t break free? Couldn’t 

if I tried. I’m left to sob, left to feel, 

feeling again what I don’t want to feel. I’ll say no, 

and you say yes, holding me and whispering sugar, dulcifying the pain.