Jay Two

Something says we're done, well before sunset, our ashes blown and gone, give God his due, our astonished bet, doesn’t wait for thank you, fire and distant thunder, traps that have been set, unfettered love amongst us, my tongue is parchment glue, red seal on every cent, it walks on Tenth avenue, don't know where I’m from, tired of cigarettes, beneath our waking stone, this is not my cruise, in houses that we let, squabbling over what to do, how my world slumbers, think somewhere there's a jet, on night winds a number, arms to hold me yet.