close the doors and fire escapes
put curtains on the windows
meet yourself in a dream
an escape from your life
on the roof of the municipal building
smoking cigarettes in the sunset
money in our memories, we are weeping
good american pornography
your mother was drinking it white
as you left for a new idea of love
right into the arms of a substitute
for the warmth your father never gave
so the light died in your eyes
till the sun rose that night
you left his body alone
it was for the best tonight
you came to me naked
supple and firm in your skin
only your power covered you
and i wanted to be that power
you spoke in all your glory
poetic justice on the skyline
waiting on your heart to care
at least a little about me
carry your cross to the store
buying a pack of smokes and a dream
american girls in french exits
ejaculating at the sight of time
something so cold and alone
in a manger
you think more on that day
a feeling at last for me
i wrote about you to the moon
wanting every piece of you
wishing you'd give in
and allow me to see you
so you took me to the city he slept in
and told me of the girls he slept with
reminding me what lost in your eyes
telling me to never let you go
we climbed our way to the top
of the old municipal building
to give sight to our love
and sight to the hell of it all
you held my hand and told me
''i'll never forget myself in you"
and i had to live with myself
while you lived through me
you felt love for the first time
when i touched your cheek without reason
kissed your soul with mine
and connected out skeletons forever
the few drags left of our lives
as we live on top the municipal
a perfect happening of spirits
the light of our glow
we were made in his image
love in unbreaking love
we are american pornography
sided with evangelicism and diet coke