Thursday, October 20, 2016

Perry Street

Got those urges again
My skin is crawling
Better go out walking
Before I try to make it end

Can't sit still
Can't calm down
Heart beating fast
Sliding off the tracks

Don't want that needle
Don't need that bottle
Keep that pipe away
Drop to my knees and pray

Curled up in a corner on the dirty floor
Staring at the posters on the wall
Someone says they have the answer
If I can just hear the call

They file in and they file out
every hour or so
And I stay on this floor
Because I need more

More hope
More desperation
More shame
More redemption
More pain
More love
More hate
More noise

Someone screams from the third row
And someone in the fifth row says shut the fuck up
The inmates have taken over the asylum 
And no one wants to go
The girl talks about selling herself for her next hit
The cop on the take to feed his habit
The teacher who shot up between classes
And the woman who left her kid in the car
While she turned tricks outside the bar

They all tell their stories
And in between grab smokes in the rain
At 2 a.m. the doors will close
And they'll go home knowing
They got through another night with their pain

Those quiet streets carry those lost souls
As they make their way home
Knowing the beast has been held in check
And the city is closed.

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