Hi Fi

it was this year or last year

when you were selling me out

for the next ride

f-ing my pride



your favorite scarf in front of your face

concealing expressions that someday fade

a cigarette bending loosely in your mouth



our glasses fog as we're sealing the tomb

our favorite fault line on the floor

Detroit can't split me from you



enjoying 6 too many drinks

touching thighs that end too deep

arching breathes as we stumble city streets



now it's a tragedy

all the lives we lead

it's a tragedy you'd hope for



now it's a tragedy

all the lines we leave

it's a tragedy you'd hope for