White Mana

White Mana daughter Console me on the phone Broad daylight park bench Driving home alone Marijuana cigarettes Braced against the cold Ithaca, New York Throw a guy a bone There's a whole in my chest A stone in my gut He's hot on her heels An apetite to glut Where once a man stood A now deflated husk Harbor not your pox here Haven't you done enough I can't stand to look at you Gone down in flames I can't stand to look at you Went up in smoke