—Harmony Parking Lot Song
Because tonight I can’t smell the pigs around the corner,
on the shortness of your breath.
And tonight I can’t taste the whiskey from across the room,
in the stumbling of your steps.
Here’s to the rubble.
A brick through every window,
a casket buried six feet deep for everybody’s hero.
Here’s to out lives being meaningless.
And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn’t have a purpose!