lots of light
someone famous slept here
Or thats what they said
if thats the case how old is this bed?
Here lies the body of another one gone
sent to the edges where the riches meet the lawn
who might sleep here tonite?
stories of revivals and new scenes alight
but somehow something just doesn’t feel right
Something murky in all the glean
honey let’s go home
I miss the City in all it’s real
something doesn’t feel
no one knows who’s been that mirror
Nobody lives here anymore
tell that agent we’ve changed our minds
what did we come here for?
that house on the hill with the torn up blinds won’t look good like this
even in our minds
How about let’s not be part of the gentrifying times