thoughts dislimned by alcoholic fog
mucky sky soars high above sans reason to clarify itself
hey, anna
all these lights squared into windows we don't know
all these clark street cars
all these crying high-rising condos
clouded by chicago's gotham side
sinking beneath an eastern evening star we don't know
aren't they to die for?
hey, anna
i see your disquieted eyes
and a couple dozen stories down
i also see a reason
not to trigger yourself away like that
but you'll have to look closely
hey, girl
it's been a while
and i was wondering
was it worth it?
was it to die for?
but really?
was it really?
and what about the rest of us?
and what about me?
it was to die for
the rest of you don't matter
nobody matters
you don't matter
you're nobody
i'm nobody
a couple dozen stories down
nemo sum
a couple dozen stories down
nemo sum
is it to die for?
it's to die for
