i am still here, standing where i started off
theres the kings clan and the knights knockoffs
the wannabes and the pepperoni kings
the halter necks and friday night binges
we re still the same and loves just the barter
the yellow black taxis and them the salvation seekers
the sequins still dazzle and stilletos tip toe
they tappety tap to the babel of today, the din of yore
but when the party is over
and its the hangover's turn
we cry over things that were nvr ours
try salvaging our egos and their fake towers
and when everything collapses into that big heap
shallow pride, stupid love, and like the mariner's grief
She and I stare at doorways, no they wont come..
like rafters at a rough sea, we are clinging on
From when the moon has risen and the stars come along
and till the birds start singing the night's swan song
she slips out of bed, she says she tries to collect herself
But I know she mulls over it and vain couplets dont help
and I still say, with that stubbornness sordid
Tell me if I looked like I did care, tell me if I did.
