Erica America

Erica America
 Fremont street lies empty
 a cleaning vehicle drew a line across my camera's lens
 I whispered our names—"Erica and Jens"
 Erica America
 they demolished a frontier casino
 and the day after the air smelled like popcorn and ladies' perfume
 Sinatra had his shit figured out, I presume
 Erica America
 Erica America
 summer never ends here
 I said to myself, as if that would make things better
 summer is exhausting me with its exhaust fumes and empty promises
 and promises of no more empty promises
 Erica America
 I wish I'd never met you
 like I wish I'd never tasted wine
 or tasted it from lips that weren't mine
 now every drop tastes more bitter all the time
 Erica America
 Erica America
 I wish I'd never met you
 like I wish I'd never tasted wine
 or tasted it from lips that weren't mine