the balcony drips of your cigarette butts
look into my bloodshot eyes
I stole your favorite moon
stowed it in the basement
I’m not giving it back
watch this finger nail
scrape against your neck
the crowd is watching intently
here’s our little spotlight
go shake hands with the shadows
there’s no climbing out of this
you left me down low
I’ll let your blood paint the sky
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