emote:

Someday we will sing this, happiness is just another shade of sorrow, 
I give you the night and you hold onto to it till dawn, we are at odds
on the significance of a new century, another decade, another coat of flesh, 
mourning the willow and the stillness of water or else celebrating it by forgetting, 
I have walked myself through this, air tinted with guilt and coffee, 
tattooed arms and some slow way of talking, another son of Isaac, another offering.
Another season spent learning the patience it takes to quit dreaming or smoking, 
or caring about the gentrification of the ghetto, these streets are not yours, 
they will outlive you, and who cares, really, what kind of eyes stare 
at this sort of hollowness, come with me and I will show you where they sleep
and sing and fuck, I will guard you as you vomit, I will explain to them 
your ignorance, I will shield them from your best intentions, I will refuse to blush.