Parking Lot

lyrics by Bruce Zebal

Late at night, 

concrete spits ice 

Chilled to the bone 

I find my spine

Waiting on you like a knife fight

 in the middle of a fucking parking lot 

Everybody wants to see it

Everybody wants to see it 

Just give me that smug fuck smirk 

Painted across your face

Desire! Conspire!

I pace these lines

violence seems right 

“Talking things through” ship sailed last night

Through me you go to 

the grief wracked city 

mired in the stain of your averous 

Everybody wants to see it

Everybody wants to see it

Is this all even worth it? Fuck yes!

It has to be!

Desire!

Conspire!