Street Joy

I don't mind the sound

Of a voice

Of your voice

When you use it like your gun

So much fun

Fire your gun

Casual as you are, gets hard to say

I won't say

'less you're going away

He's stringing himself on up to your front door

You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor

With his car horn talk, you make your focus break

When you're left to yourself you're going anyway

I don't differentiate

We from they

We from they

Feel my appetite

Wild light

Sleepless night

Lean my head against an angry moon

Always room

Angry moon

In and out of a metal chair

In an unloved apartment where

I can build myself up before I make the scare

String myself up onto your front door

Street joy

You adore