LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nobody

I’m a mono type
With stereo goals
Three minutes till midnight
Cinderella old

My pennies don’t come from heaven
I can’t buy time
If you drop your nickel
I will turn on a dime

The trade that I ply
Always has the same arc
Broken souls
With my maker’s mark

It’s too late for my tears
I am at the bridgehead
One week behind
Two steps ahead

Cold cream erases
My siren song
Ice bath facial
Takes me back where I belong

I rub my feet in darkness
And comfort my radio
Serial mystery
My tutorial

I got a bag
Down at Union Station
C-notes that play for me
Seven years of hustle
I’ve got somewhere else to be

Claim ticket in my blazer
Number thirty-nine
I played the cards that you dealt me
Time to leave the game behind

I’m smokin’, cause I got em’
Coat full of lead
Walther in my hand
Daydream in my head

But that ain’t how this story ends
No fatality for this femme
I climb aboard my train
Out, of the pouring rain