The beautiful spikes on the ornate railings
Remind me of all my shameful failings:
The Long Horn Ranch, the UAE branch,
Impossible lust and the breaches of trust.

The fifteenth floor leaves you wishing for more.
What kind of performer do you think you are,
Passing the buck like you're down on your luck
But constantly fishing for a sympathy fuck?

The deep blue sea's whispering to me.
Let's stroll for a while, it's completely free.
Remember good times and the secretive crimes,
The mouldy crumbs and the beautiful ones.

Relieve your pain in the desert rain,
Hammering down on your glittering brain,
Lighting the way: a magnificent day
Of ambivalence. There's nothing to say.

The spectacular height of my balcony
Offers recall of a cavalier me.
The tarmac and conrete, marble and cars
Are easier goals than the moon and no stars.

Escape is nothing without relief.
You don't win prizes by being a thief.
Pursue some sort of ultimate win
Instead of immediately giving in.

The barely tamed battle of motorway speed,
Insistent importance and glorious greed
Continue to hold me entranced in their stare,
Resigned to my fate while completely aware.

You need to prepare for whatever will be,
Wherever you go, however you flee.
Viciously clear like tomorrow is not.
Keep it together until you cannot.