Count Your Bruises

from the echoed streets of the mission

where the night can save your life

to the rows of narrow corridors

where the world looks nothing like

anything your eyes have ever seen in your entire life

san francisco can be short and louder than the world at night

and the world exhales

and none of us can even stand still

let it rain all day on our asshole parade

cause we're smiling still

count your bruises one by one and laugh it off

and stick around down here with us

there's unity in detachment

we're not on trial

so let the time you spent on the back bench...

make the life you've lived worth while

in a city blanketed with revolution you can't live in denial

don't go living life inside those quotations

look to your friends for your inspiration

chicago rooftops will take me away from the ugly city

by the 405 where every palm tree dies and the world is burning alive