Storyteller

The midnight drunks go walking
 Happy, looking sad, and talking destiny
 This is what the city pays for, I can see
 The neon lights resist the fight against separation anxiety
 This is what the city pays for, I can see
 The dream they sell
 I'm hooked; I'm overwhelmed again
 And I wish that I could say the days alleviate
 This artificial pain I never thought that I'd be feeling at this age
 But the drunks don't go to sleep
 They linger just like you and me
 This is what the city pays for; what I need
 What's happened to me?
 And then I have those dreams, too
 The ones where I'm running around like a fool
 To make things better for you
 Like the good storyteller
 You once knew me as
 Try to hold it in my head
 That no time has passed
 Since I stood in circles with automatic friends
 Not worried that the means justified the end
 'Cause life without love
 Keeps my eyes wide
 And my house stays clean
 When I don't let people inside