Hairshirt Fracture-Jim Carroll

It's a garbage truck hour, I'm sleeping in the shower I'm feeling like I'm waiting on a train By the sounds from my bed I think somebody's bled All over something someone's keeping clean I don't need anything, just make it bright Then turn it low You don't need more than me You could live right there beneath the stairs I've done it, I've said all I can, I've reached the end Now you must learn to bend Bend to the floor, taste the core You're not going nowhere Leave the money right there I feel the arrow sticking in my ear We owe so much we pawned Now watch the power come undone I'm standing on my head to watch the day just drift away This city always makes the same mistakes, asleep or awake I'm sick of waking up inside white balloons Inside of blue balloons New york air is sweet tonight There's no stars but that's all right I'm breathing I feel you through your fear Pull the arrow from my ear Tonight we'll take a different way home They say the fire burns but won't consume But it does consume You're slick, you shoplift What's left of my brain You haven't changed This city always makes the same mistakes, It's just like me It always breaks in two I'm sick of me for being sick of you We'll take a gypsy cab to heaven or hell Time will tell