three years and one million long nights later   i sift through ashes on Stanton Street   A radiance going invisible   in a silent explosion we both scream      these photographs on the bedroom floor   they rest like needles in my eyes   lying naked in the bathtub   it's filled with stale beer, nicotine, and cchildren's fears      if the walls could talk   we both know they would snicker and shriek    oh my darling the room is getting cold   and how i wish i could make this bed up      sleep desperately    on beds of broken bottles and regrets   awake average   under laughing ceilings and outstanding debts      as this house dies i watch it come to life   as our lives become remember when's   and yes I do, there was something about growing up we couldn't get past   calloused and numb, drunken and dumb   calloused and numb, drunken and dumb      there are streets I will always call home   there i faces i will never stop loving   there are times when lives will rust and fall unser repetition   there are always loopholes...i'm bowing out and blowing kisses