New Dreams Broken

Tonight the lights are bright over the cityscape
I’m miles away from where the skies are gray
It’s wider than a postcard
More than I could hope for
I no longer want to live in the U.S.A
Parish brings the cup to his lips
Hot liquid burns
It’s what he needs
Hands run through his hair
Grease on what is still there
Pen to paper spells out H-A-T-E
Take the biggest bite
Take all you want
There’s plenty more where that comes from
Take the biggest bite
Take all you want
There’s plenty more where that comes from
Parish stares into the white noise
He thought he was an artist
How wrong can you be?
He died a little on his 40th birthday
All I know is that accumulation loneliness has no sympathy
Take the biggest bite
Take all you want
There’s plenty more where that comes from
Take the biggest bite
Take all you want
There’s plenty more where that comes from
Parish thinks about Angelique
Back in the summertime
Talcum and calamine
Built a wooden boat
He bet it on one note
But it didn’t touch the walls of Jericho