i bled gasoline at the break of day

looking for a new city,
the one framed in your eyes
or the one across the water.
whatever works.
i memorized the maps written in my thighs
and said, "fuck it. let's go."

jesus brought his rock band down to me-
the frogs and the whales and the working diamonds.
he told me something about velvet and
an impressive skyline.
or maybe it was something about high heels.
i'm sold, jesus. i'm sold.

i found the lights buried in the ground
and now i know-
this is not the end.
this is not the end.