the endless joy in everything

So darlin come wind me up
and watch me stagger down the street
just turn that knife in my back
and you can watch me careen

in front of hand-painted eyes
a court of exquisite teeth
a broken down limousine
rusts on rivington st.

but we are not really lost
if not by our own accord
no we are not really lost
these are just privileged concerns

I'm just a fallow-faced child
in this city of steel
and you're the desolate one
on that carnival wheel

and we spin and we spin
while these colors convene
yeah i've been chasing your ghost
through this city for weeks

but we are not really lost
if not by our own accord
no we are not really lost
these are just privileged concerns

yeah we're the prettiest boys
we're the elegant girls
street lights shine in our eyes
street lights strung out like pearls

roman candles that burn
then explode with such grace
we're all shrapnel and dust
we're all ribbons and lace

we’re the marionettes
all caught up in our strings
we’re a hospital phone
that eventually rings

we're the cold shaking hands
friction helps to keep warm
we'll hunt for it like wolves
when we find it we'll burn

but we are not really lost
if not by our own accord
no we are not really lost
these are just privileged concerns

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