Identity hides in my teeth There are parts of me that I've never seen The familiar air makes my nose bleed Round and round and round again, Always spilling out again Down on concrete I am the heat Rising up from the street I sit and greet her with no sleep She comes on soft like the morning He licks me good by high-noon He cuts me down and then he's through Return to whatever you were I thought I knew but I forgot Down on concrete i am the heat Rising up from the street