the city in a hundred ways,
it wouldn't let you stay.
remember all the thankless days
and the lousy take home pay?
the photographs in black and white
that show you playing close to type -
your eyes against the midday light,
your eyes when they still had the fight.
when you thought that no-one could.
when you said that no-one should.
to stop yourself from thinking.
so you'll never see you're sinking.
when you think that no-one can.
and they'll tell you that they understand.
then they say you're much too,
spending days on the phone,
while the cold eats your bones.
how in the world do you make it right?
how in the world do you make a life?