Night, Be Kind

Night, be kind
It's 3˚ Fahrenheit
As TV screens bleed all their light
In heated homes
With kids on their phones
While West End wind chews at our bones
Dripping red
A Mercedes Benz
The slayer slinks away again
Found cloud high
On Park after nine
He walks up on Ryan and I
Fuck this shit
God, guide me to bed
Though I'd take a knife for my only friend
Astral sea
Will you wait for me
Should I somehow find the speed to flee?
I think about that night sometimes
Romanticizing my death in my mind
A turning neck, a darting eye
And I'll be free
A right on Spring, he fades away
And my alternate future does the same
I'll try to be something someday
Then I'll be free



Credits
Writer(s): Dana Yurcisin
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