hmm...

[billycarr]

Smeared black ink

Your palms are sweaty.
I'm barely listening
to last demands.

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
what's buried underneath.

(Where I am)
(Where I am)

I wear my badge.
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhering to my chest.

It tells your new friends,
"I am a visitor here."
"I am not permanent."

The only thing
keeping me dry is

It seems so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

DC sleeps alone tomight.

It seems so out of context
in the gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

The District sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

i think im going to start writing and painting again. but i dont know. you* have inspired me i do believe. maybe. we'll see.

later people.
<3
bc