Beneath that city build lamp
Our shadows covered sidewalk lines
You asked why things couldn't change

Arrested in a state of
Slobbering infancy
You organized yourself to virtue
I just stayed the same

I heard a rumor they were
Playing movies from our lives
In abandoned theater houses across town

I will buy the tickets
If you can sneak our futures past the gate
The usher can rip the days away




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