The city has clouds You make him the sun You wanted that poison Handpicked the gun You know it don't say much The things that he did You'll build him a tower He'll burn you a bridge The nihilist tells you that nothing is true I said "I faked global warming just to get close to you" I read that book I drank your drinks I made you look And I'm still here I'm digging through the trash I can hear the train As it moves past The chase is as trying as the story onstage A projection I write and a book on a page I won't do what I ought to My fake blank stare I make to fool you I watch you from bodegas on the street And I say merrily Just how highly I can think The arsonist tells you that it gets more blue The things you believe and the quiet bedroom snooze I read that book I drank your drinks I made you look And I'm still here I'm always digging in trash I can hear the train As it moves past