Our Great Cities
Rusty: Concrete! The lights never seem to dim at night with you, and the street lights are so bright. They always pave the black concrete roads with a hope that I cannot describe. Sitting at picnic tables, apartments broken and chipped paint, holding doors and walls together. Men and women crying alone through windows for no reason, holding on to themselves. Heads on tables, I tend to hide my eyes all the time, I think. Just go home alone again. We can go home together. And so many times I watch the city and find a greater hope. These relationships falling from themselves. We look to the city. Our great monuments are the broken windows and abandoned buildings I watch from my home. Our ancient ruins are the graffitied underpasses I walk under each night. Our great cities are falling right now. We are falling right down with them. Together. We can fall apart together

Drew: The questions and pesterings begin. I miss this feeling. Now it's a shame. All I ever wanted was to remain awake. Feeling alone and bitter. Trying to push you away. I miss this and you've got to help me. All I wanted was to remain awake and spill my every last emotion. All I ever wanted was a companion who always listened