City of Winona

[thylo_cine]

we have are master plan,
bottled and canned
living in the 352

steps one and two,
walk home drunk, wake up confused
with a stranger next to you.

the copied costumes and conversations
they seam to be constantly making this
into a strip mall kind of town.

i use my credit card to buy alcohol,
student loans paid at the mall, and

i may be going broke,
but i'm never broken down

we have our master history
just you and me
but our future gets talked away

steps 3 and 4
staying drunk and sit on this porch,
planning out how to escape

we're two trucks of the interstate,
the promised land with a twist of fate,
we're a town for all the lost and found.

so sleep tight in your smokey room,
still buzzed from this afternoon,

i may be going broke,
but I'm never broken down.