You wrote it on my arm with a sharpienand we fell down divisin street,ntook the L through this hell-train city.nTwo pisces-rising, drunk actors in a love scene,nif I can access the feeling still its vertigris.nA little lost at the roof-party,na kiss on the neck and chemistry,nyour breath is a voice, wet purring.nA kiss on the mouth's like an elegynwhen you slide down next to me and say,nBy morning this will just feel like a dream.nYour eyes are some cold home.nnI told the pills to do this to me.nSurrender and learn somethingnor at least for one night know nothing.nMy phone is sick and shiveringnbut it's too loud for talkingnand my head is ringingnand I forget who's looking out for me.nI look up and you're smiling, say,nYou sold your soul to the evening.nYou're stranded here. Surrender.nYour eyes are some cold home.