Storyteller

The midnight drunks go walking

Happy, looking sad, and talking destiny

This is what the city pays for, I can see

The neon lights resist the fight against separation anxiety

This is what the city pays for, I can see



The dream they sell

I’m hooked; I’m overwhelmed again

And I wish that I could say the days alleviate

This artificial pain I never thought that I’d be feeling at this age



But the drunks don’t go to sleep

They linger just like you and me

This is what the city pays for; what I need



What’s happened to me?

And then I have those dreams, too

The ones where I’m running around like a fool

To make things better for you



Like the good storyteller

You once knew me as

Try to hold it in my head

That no time has passed

Since I stood in circles with automatic friends

Not worried that the means justified the end



‘Cause life without love

Keeps my eyes wide

And my house stays clean

When I don’t let people inside