Basketball

I'm barefoot, bristling Solitude On my rooftop, solid So like this come of stars Staring at me Who's out there? I can see the girl Across the way She can't see me But I touch myself With just a little bit of confusion But I'm all alone And that's all that matters All thoughts and feelings Under my ceiling It's the chance I'm taking It's the danger I like Within this Euphoric kind of feeling It's just a sex high There ain't no waterfalls There ain't no grassy grass here Just a casual nod And basketball I don't mind Cause I'm still alive All thoughts and feelings Under my ceiling This city Hams a sensual tension This city Screams for more affection Hitting it from all directions Just a kid With the past of a grown man Sold my sex In public places To junked out fags With yellow eyes Running For their times square lives Hit the river, swam in shit But never Tried open my eyes In the dark I see dead young faces Fix me up And keep your zen