The City And The Ghost (BEDlight for blueEYES)

Tonight I need the bright lights, still got her face on my mind. Heading where the talk is cheap and I'm dressed to a "t" so they won't notice me. It's warm for October and I've got the windows down. The skyline whispers her promises, the same lie each night. But I force myself to believe... And I swore it'd be different but how could it be? What I came to escape is right here inside of me. The city's a desert with photographic stars. Each pretty face is just a mirage, and my mouth's full of sand again. But I force myself to believe, across the river's acure for what's sick inside of me. I look in the mirror past the buildings, the sky's getting light. Another piece of my innocence is the admission I paid there tonight. Slow down past her exit though it makes me sick, and I imagine her saying, "You're better than this... you're better than this." And I swore it'd be different but how could it be? What I came here to escape is right here inside of me.