Uploaded July 2014 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
This is a song I wrote about what was going on in my life back around 2007 when I lived in Bushwick, Brooklyn (they call it East Williamsburg now).
Even The Cruel: "I was alone, but not too lonely. You were strong, but that was only When your brothers were around. Brand new, seemed like something better.Pretty scars, eyes like leather. So much different than we'd seen. We made love with a choking hand.We stayed drunk on a million plans. We were running out of time. I was sweating through fiberglass. I got a feeling in my hands I'd be apologizing to my dreams.Tripping slow, spit in the glass, Blood on the pillows, falling fast, Choking on a nickle in the dark. Laughing happy with manic moon, Melted glass in a broken spoon. We were the spirit of the times. Even the cruel get worse than they deserve ... etc. I bent down on a blizzard day To find out what was in my way.It was you, you were praying to nothing at all I lit a candle to the ghost of magazines. I burned down a strip club with kerosine. I was wondering why I felt so bored. I woke up on the rooftop. I was making sure there were no cops, Alone, but not too lonely, staring down at the street."
This is a song I wrote about what was going on in my life back around 2007 when I lived in Bushwick, Brooklyn (they call it East Williamsburg now).
Even The Cruel: "I was alone, but not too lonely. You were strong, but that was only When your brothers were around. Brand new, seemed like something better.Pretty scars, eyes like leather. So much different than we'd seen. We made love with a choking hand.We stayed drunk on a million plans. We were running out of time. I was sweating through fiberglass. I got a feeling in my hands I'd be apologizing to my dreams.Tripping slow, spit in the glass, Blood on the pillows, falling fast, Choking on a nickle in the dark. Laughing happy with manic moon, Melted glass in a broken spoon. We were the spirit of the times. Even the cruel get worse than they deserve ... etc. I bent down on a blizzard day To find out what was in my way.It was you, you were praying to nothing at all I lit a candle to the ghost of magazines. I burned down a strip club with kerosine. I was wondering why I felt so bored. I woke up on the rooftop. I was making sure there were no cops, Alone, but not too lonely, staring down at the street."
