Blue Christmas lights Tell us stories about ourselves I saw you biting your nails Through a pane of glass in that restaurant Late night conversations When you told me there were no stars Just satellites And I lay Down in the shirt you used as a towel When there were none left And that the stars were the blanket Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory Screaming gestures Bent puzzle pieces we are Small cities, tall buildings This glass slipper is giving me blisters now I'd prefer not, prefer not Painted concrete and coffee spills ?????????????? And I lay Down in the shirt ?????? In the dishwash And that the stars were the blanket Draped over tabletops of a smoke seeping factory Screaming gestures Bent puzzle pieces we are Small cities, tall buildings This glass slipper is giving me blisters now I'd prefer not, prefer not