Local natives

Bowery

Local natives
We were standing
At forsythe and bowery
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget

You can't tell if the ceilings rising
Or if the floor's falling out.

I remember sunrise without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Taller stacks of stone
Is all we'll have to show

At the time I wasn't with you
By that time I didn't care

The fall is so much faster
Than you and I could ever climb

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