Look outside to the black-wood tree / Caleb’s in a pine-box six feet deep / when I left for the city, thought I’d see him again / could someone tell my friends that I love them? / if there’s something I love and something I hate / it’s a pretty good bet it’s the same damn thing / that’s why my mom’s cleaning blinds while my brother and I get high in the basement all night / I don’t want to die here / I don’t want to die with the kettle on the fire and the crackling of the wood / there’s dogs in the backyard digging through the wreckage / everyone you love, everyone you’ve ever loved is buried by the black-wood tree / tried to find peace but I got to tired and the dogs kept snapping their teeth at the fire / and the flames grew high as I closed my eyes / dreamt of the city lights / city lights / I don’t want to die here / I don’t want to die in a stranger’s home / the taxicabs were like animals, wild and in heat / the blinking lights from the crosswalk signs led me throught the steets / and though I was within myself /
when I looked down I saw myself / with one great flash the buildings fell / I got down on my knees / city lights, shine on me.