i fell into a cab
with four blossoming night flowers
who talked about their trips to Rome
and digging deep for treasures old
the Rome in Texas, i presumed
there's a Dublin and a Paris, too
but who would ever want to hear? of southern stories way up here?
(dumb on the sidewalk)
(who's hands am i holding)
i cut my hand last night
on glass that had shattered near
my feet, kept moving through the night
through nervous drinks and poison laughs
realize i'm stumbling through flowers of the night
i saw my own blood on the ground
"is there someone who could show you home?"
said a stranger from out of town
Sufficiently consumed
I melt into the scenery
the force at work remains a mystery
and on my way outside
i caught a glimpse of your brown eyes
or was it them that found me looking
past your charm and through the other side of you
there was nothing i could say to make you smile
i tried to tell the truth
but after dark it's hard to find an honest place to draw the line
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