Chicago: ‘bitter words under my breath; there is something I’ve been dying to do’ – guster

meet me in the street, some dark corner still,
a no-man’s land where you gave me my fill, and
I got one word for you, but I don’t know what it is.
there’s a slope where we slide down
the kaleidoscope’s lens, peer back in to the future,
dark days dooming fast, and someone in black
who came in and asked, who’s got the heart
for some old man to pass, well,
I got one word for you, but I don’t know what it is.
got lost in the streets of this city of oaks
these folks who burn bridges live down
that side of the road, and we made ourselves king
for a day and a dime without any friends
helping to kill the time, well,
I got one word for you, but I don’t know what it is.
I got one silent sigh for you to drink with your lips.
I got some old parka worn in the middle of spring, and
I got what you wanted, ‘cept that gold-plated ring.
so, meet me in the street, some dark corner still
a no-man’s land where you gave me my fill, and
I got one word for you, and know what it is.

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