Usher

I pour the bottle til it drool Frazzled from the aughts, my thoughts barrel when I stew Crescent in the sky glare like a camera in my room I know God can hear me when I think My mother fearful when I drink I looked in the sky for a light, guide, path shine into view But in NY all the stars are on the ground Through street lights I peruse Night life hoping to rewire my mood Lines on the table, lines on the table Thousand yard stare barely keep a groove Skip me to the good parts Skip me to the next nut, the next bag, the next rush, I need it Conceded to my darkest impulses Trying to quiet the screaming Camera light gleaming Peaking through the grilles ever so slightly You can't hide your secrets Time moves with the gentlest of touches I know God can hear me when I think