The Passing Lights

You tried to move downtown
 When you moved mid-city.
 Nothing is here, here
 Here the west wind moves through.
 You think if you had the right
 Weapons in your room,
 You'd really be something.
 More dangerous is,
 What will you say
 When your children ask about me?
 Cuz they're gonna ask
 What they're gonna ask
 And you refuse to lie, so often
 I'll be long gone.
 Harder than lying is still
 Being still frozen; trapped
 In a chair with the desk
 And candle glowing,
 It's golden. and screaming
 At the dark at your rage
 At your age something
 Restrains you.
 Better not apologize again
 Or make friends who disregard this:
 We get so drunk
 We take a cab home,
 The passing lights spin,
 Your hot breath held.
 You were always up to something.
 Too cute to be trusted.
 You've been sick for so long
 You think that loneliness is only this:
 If you could catch me you'd
 Tear me apart, you wouldn't stop,
 You can't stop.