I can feel a pull
From control and class
To the kind of
Un-adulterated
Sheets to the wind
Pants around your ankles
Kind of shift
This is the kind that gets you in trouble
The kind that wakes up with a massive fucking hangover
I’m prepared though
I’ve done this before
I’ve held onto the guard rail
And eased my feet into those shoes
It’s a long walk home from the streets of destruction
Wear a coat