supernovice

I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me...
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies,
I sat and watched you bleed.
I buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me.
Your cold, hot blood ran away from me
To the sea.

I printed my name on the back of a leaf
And I watched it float away.
The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
Was all I tried to save.
But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night.
And all without fight,
At the crush of veils and starlight...

I know I'll make it back...
One of these days, you'll turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street.
When he gets caught, I won't get up
And I won't go to sleep.
I'm coming home. I'm coming home, but
Via Chicago.

Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink,
They make me think.
Crumbling ladder tears don't fall;
They shine down your shoulders.
And crawling is screw-faster lash;
I blow it with kisses.
I rest my head on a pillowy star
And a cracked-door moon
That says I haven't gone too far...

I'm coming home.
Searching for a home
via Chicago.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.