Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear,
this city croons to me, no other.
Releasing all too soon, I'm near;
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)

god i'm sore -w- had a late night at work last night, didn't get back till 4 am
we were starting to put out (of all things) christmas stuff