Stereo’s blasting
You smoke the evening haze
And Square Pete doubts the story
Jane likes sharps
April Fool’s Day
She’ll dust you, with scars and starlit glory
Art hung from the railings
Rusting more and more
Highlights this Lower East dream
We painted, still not fading
Holds a tint of what’s in store
Sipping wine, I watch you curling in

Sipping
Sipping
Sipping, I watch you curling in