I grew up blind just like everyone's child,
in the warmth of milk and deceit,
smothered by love and the chemical dust
there was never enough to believe.
They chewed me up, they spat me out
of their system and onto their street,
and the rest of my life was a spring to forget
all the greatness that could never be.
Oh beautiful town,
I remember you blacker than night.
The w****s and the sick mouth,
the bad taste, and the neon lives.
Oh beautiful town,
where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I'll shut you down, beautiful town,
as you tear your children
into pieces.
Absence twisted with fondness
is the horror I couldn't forget,
programmed in the great art
of family lives and debts.
Too much expectation followed by hope
and then a hate in the mess,
and the rest of my life was a glorious test
of my will and my selfish neglect.
Oh beautiful town,
I remember you blacker than night.
The w****s and the sick mouth,
the bad taste, and the neon lives.
Oh beautiful town,
where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I'll shut you down, beautiful town,
as you tear your children
into pieces.
On floorboards under insolent feet,
another hopscotch to my parents' retreat,
with lavender bag in my hand
and words of desperation on my tongue:
"Goodnight father", "Goodnight mother",
"Are you still awake?"
in the warmth of milk and deceit,
smothered by love and the chemical dust
there was never enough to believe.
They chewed me up, they spat me out
of their system and onto their street,
and the rest of my life was a spring to forget
all the greatness that could never be.
Oh beautiful town,
I remember you blacker than night.
The w****s and the sick mouth,
the bad taste, and the neon lives.
Oh beautiful town,
where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I'll shut you down, beautiful town,
as you tear your children
into pieces.
Absence twisted with fondness
is the horror I couldn't forget,
programmed in the great art
of family lives and debts.
Too much expectation followed by hope
and then a hate in the mess,
and the rest of my life was a glorious test
of my will and my selfish neglect.
Oh beautiful town,
I remember you blacker than night.
The w****s and the sick mouth,
the bad taste, and the neon lives.
Oh beautiful town,
where are you now with your binge insecurities?
I'll shut you down, beautiful town,
as you tear your children
into pieces.
On floorboards under insolent feet,
another hopscotch to my parents' retreat,
with lavender bag in my hand
and words of desperation on my tongue:
"Goodnight father", "Goodnight mother",
"Are you still awake?"