Killing Rosebuds with a Gentle Fist

i'm the product of ambient sound
i make this decision sitting behind white screens
in a room hotter than i'd care to know
clicking mixed with the ripping apart of music
rebuilt into art
or something like it
i stopped being sure
i'm alien to this city
dirty and splitting at the tips of its hairs
beauty hidden behind the constant murmur
this was paradise once
this was paradise once
this was paradise
once
it's like a dream
woken from being awake
and you begin to realize
this place never really was yours
the awkward moment
when your lips kiss the pavement
and you're asking what happened
to making love to the sun and the moon and the stars
all at once
what happened to cacophony of a hollow spirit
screaming for something she couldn't quite get a hold on
what happened to you

this room is hotter than i'd care to know
my skin is melting into cigarette burns
and liquor stains
i've become the antithesis
this place was never really my own