 Oh, Captain of my industry.
Oh, cigarettes & company.
I'm never where I want to be -
The dirty, dirty ground.
Oh, Halloween!
The blood you drew.
You carved a space to climb into
& like a lantern, like a pyre,
I burn, I burn with holy fire.
I talk when I don't have to
& I hope it doesn't matter,
'cause we know what we know.
I don't know how you do it, but I change.
& you see to it that we ain't got no show.
& all I could see in the ink of the dark
was your cigarette, breathing,
like a beating heart.
I fold mine in, like origami.
It might look pretty,
but you do not know me.
I talk when I don't have to
& I hope it doesn't matter,
'cause we know what we know.
I don't know how you do it, but I change.
& you see to it that we ain't got no show.
Oh, Halloween!
Oh, jealous star.
Are you who you say you are?
I thought you would have found me out by now.
Oh, Halloween!
The blood you drew.
You carved a space to climb into
I don't know what I should have seen.
Not since Halloween.
Not since Halloween.
No, Not since Halloween.
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