black spots
spread across your face
they are bruises from the hailstorm
got no
calming injections
or mattresses to rest on

you add up the final sum
and zero is your maximum
the city has always won
when zero is your maximum

you don't look
anything like you
no heat left in that body
the structure is 
crooked and weary
and spent like easy money

you add up the final sum
and zero is your maximum
the city has always won
when zero is your maximum

the city can't protecct you
from it's open spaces
dress you up in concrete
loose you in its mazes