Beautiful starlight,
summer's really going to hurt you
I knew it going in.
I knew it going in.
What stops,
honey bear?
What stops.
It has been funny,
the walking around.
The walking around the brown lot
where the house stood.
The kicking.
The kicking little bits of black and imagining
how they died.
Everyone takes credit.
Badges and ribbons and buttons.
Quiet like on the North Side.
I do not laugh so loud these days.
"If you could take over the world..."
I try not to think about it.
He's singing to me again.
I watch my hands again.
We are kissed and made up.
And out again.
