The stars all hang so low it seems insanenThe city burns below in tiny flamesnEmbers of tobacco rip up my handsnThe moon highlights a shadow of a mannnI let myself softly slip into pissnI saw the light but only made a wishnI froze on the sands of Los AngelesnBurnt out on perfect plans and endless listsnnYou can blow offnAll your dark desiresnYou can tell yourself you triednFortune cookiesnwill always take your sidenBut you will crumble from the lienDesire won’t diennI keep this favorite pocketbook romancenA girl that swears she never got a chancenBoy, you should see her hold a microphonenStretch out her voice into some long snake moannnShe said, “It’s madness to go on with thisnShell out my soul to hear what’s wrong with itnBefore this eternal self-consciousnessnI had a point of view, but now it’s shit”nnYou can blow offnAll your dark desiresnYou can tell yourself you triednFortune cookiesnwill always take your sidenBut you will crumble from the lienDesire won’t die