a hotel someplace
a blinded plaza
everything’s broken
i’m an innocent victim
a couple of bucks from you
just-eat cabs parking
don’t want your sympathy
i got what i paid for
i beg you just stab me
streets aren’t for dreaming now
waltzing away
wasted or wounded
silhouette window light
the keys from the jailor
a wound that will never heal
goodnight to the street-sweepers