{whispers: i got it. what the fuck, i got this motherfucking show.}
all the broken windows up the narrow street,
letting in the evening light.
showing off the damage on everything,
the bruises that get lost at night.
and all the crying doggies in the alleyway
running through their frantic lives,
dripping with the panic that won't go away
and bouncing off the satellites.
i don't wanna tell you what's been on my mind.
i can barely look at you.
every time we're talking, i'm seeing the signs.
i wanna leave the room.
like a broken whisper that i never heard,
like a ghost i never knew.
something fucking rotten, and all by design
i'm feeling something coming through.
and my eyes close
and my fingers just follow.
and i'll spell it out for you.
all the busted remnants of the afternoon
tell me that i must be right.
haunted with the hassle, living in gloom,
and feeling like a walking night.
but i don't want to tell you 'bout what's been on my mind.
i just wanna hang it up.
looking through your windows, i'm seeing the signs
and it'll never be enough.
and my eyes close
and my fingers just follow.
and i'll spell it out for you.