Street Joy

I don't mind the sound

Of a voice, of your voice

When you use it like your gun

So much fun, fire your gun

Casual as you are, it get's hard to say

I won't say, unless you're going away

He's stringing himself on up to your front door

You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor

With his car horn talk, you make your focus break

When you're left to yourself you're going anyway

I don't differentiate

We from they, we from they

Fill my appetite

Wild light, sleepless night

Lean my head against an angry moon

Always room, angry moon

In and out of a metal chair

In an unloved apartment where

I can build myself up before I make the scare

String myself up onto your front door

Street joy, you adore