My name is Julie.
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way.
It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies,
Hey, you’d give us something we would slip into our coffee
And we’d start reading lines from poems that didn’t matter
You covered me with blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby
And I’d start reaching for the scar across your belly,
They’d start taking us cause winning was their hobby,
But crow, when you throw yourself under,
The streets are hard when you cannot lose control,
They don’t know, to them the dark don’t whisper nothin’,
And they’re all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul.
— Crow - Jim Carroll Band
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