Our neon lights are bleeding out

They leave behind new words hung in the night skyline

Flickering cues for our lies



The troubadours will strut their hour

In darkened halls their words belong to kid vampires

And not the man with the mic  



And we promise to return

Like nothing in the world could tear us apart

Or could keep us whole



The story ends

Derailing

Cannot sustain it

No one has said your name in so long



We lied about desire

There's more to be deciphered in the day's headlines

When they're held up to the light



Such a permanent disaster

From there to the hereafter we retrace old lines

f**k up the same way each time



Thought I saw you in the crowd

Your expression in a thousand faces



The story ends

Derailing

Cannot sustain it

No one has said your name in so long



My Sad 71