City Rain, City Streets

Oh, the city rain

In floods the city streets

And in my city bed

Out of my fucking head

Is it snowing in space?

God, I wish I could talk to you

Is it snowing in space?

And all the city snow

Freezes the Chelsea hotel

It stones the Chelsea girls

It stones the Chelsea boys

Is it snowing in space?

God, I wish I could talk to you

Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?

I forgot to ask

Genius in a hospital bed with brier patch hair

It just isn't fair

Taking bullets for a team of bad poets

How is it up there?

Taking bullets for the team

I really miss you

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times and you died

You died

You died

You really died

I am going to push them away

Falling through the leaves of the winter trees

Drowning slowly, lonely my city rain