This city has sex.
If only you knew.
The power it took
To turn my eyes that shade of blue.
East side love
And a lotta champagne
The clock is turning,
Away from the shame.
And a heap of sluts.
It never meant more,
Than your last cigarette.
Snow falls on your shadow again
The coat I gave you might be your only friend.
The world is a shade of grey like your father's toupee.
Cornflakes let you know you'll be alive in the morning;
Just there for them.
But I've already forgotten you.