_Roscoe

The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals

A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel

And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced, intoxicating on her lips

as you see the snow kiss the curb

You're up on the bar and you're shaking
With every grimy word
Who will you love
What's love when you've hurt
You wonder as you see the snow kiss the curb