that summer we had some wild nights in bethlehem, PA — but not enough of them. we danced on the empty stage of Steelstacks that night to the streetlights’ applause.
yeah the drugs still exist, but i only do them with you
breathe in, inhale me, inside of you
your mouth, my mouth, i cant get enough
slow-motion shadows swallow us up
hit shit, spit shit, stay up all night
tinfoil on windows to keep out the light
predator of the sidewalk;
so fucking evil you’re rotted through?
fuck you, believe me, done worse things than you.
you watch your step or the Neighborhood will.
meander where we dont know the streets
so kiss me here, on the playground swings
summon ghosts, real ones, to haunt our things
perform on the stage
the streetlights hum their applause;
it’s magic: as magic as you can believe
there must be something about us (you and me)
and it’s dangerous, you’re dangerous to me