The city is such a lonely, lonely place
It breaks my heart to see those red lights flashing
Invitations to drown your sense of being
Inviting you to drift away
Avoiding the crash
Cars that show no sign of stopping
Desperate to escape this desolation
The city at night seems to hold it's own melancholy melody
The most devastating song

Rendezvous
Frigid hands
Fingertips turning blue as I write this down in an autumn chill
One of the first truly cold nights of the season
Fading lights outside the window flicker
And hide before you can distinguish their sorrow
Dimming with the passing people
That walk the city streets

We are such lonely, lonely people
Drifting somewhere between a half existence and a dream
The city air numbs us to an existential droll
In between the empty bottles and fallen ashes
The remnants of your sanctity
Are brushed to the gutters
This sewer is such a lonely, lonely place
A breeding ground for the barren
And as you fall through the grates
Finding yourself washed out to sea
Those red lights flashing will remind you
Of such a bitter solitude

The wind is caught between towers of steel
Whips my hair and stings my face
Picking up the laughter from social outlets
And reverberating down the sullen back-lit streets
Where people sleep alone
Every human vessel an isolated shipwreck
Floating along a sea of concrete
Destined to drift and eventually wash away
And when you finally get yourself behind the door
The cold will find its way through the cracks

We are sad, desperate people
Yearning for more
Always yearning for more
Receiving less and less
Fingers numbing around the ink as I write this down
Half-forced smiles only to be polite
Pollute withered faces
Perverted thoughts that seep out of the eye sockets
of men nearly three times your age
Looks that make you never, ever want to be sexy
Remnants of a cataclysmic desperation
The heart is such a lonely, lonely place
Vacated with the loins
And this heartbreaking song still lingers
As I lie in bed
The white noise of sirens
Long after the buzz has turned into sobs
You can still hear it
Picking up shallow laughter
Moans in the nights
Until dawn
And the chill creeps back out to sea

But those red lights still flash
Anything to keep from crashing
Casting an ambiance of regret, and denial, and desolation
And just when you think you've found some solace
You slip through the cracks in the pavement
And night falls again
The cold comes in with the mist

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