This bridge will break me in two forever once I cross to the other side. While I'm walking back from midtown, buildings' lights are now my guides. Subway wheels scream their tiredness, fancy hipsters hanging out. The love I used to abuse in silence now it's trapped in my mouth. I'm going down, down, down. Somehow the love is all around. Planes mistaken for stars. These are the streets where I once died. And I search for a bit of passion while Williamsburg is fading out, the noise I recognize as my own. My life is chaos, but yours is a mess.
