there is no together and there is no apart there is just the light and just the dark there is just the light and just the dark there are just the girls pretending that it hurts and just the boys pretending not to have tried on their skirts just the boys pretending not to have tried on their skirts there are just the booze hounds, the pill poppers, the powder kids there are just the fast talkers, the ones that don't know how to live there are just comic books kids, activists and drunks and punks and fucks who kick you in the stomach at the clubs we are trying to be one, be separate, just be we are failing daily, smashing up neon marquees that once, when lit, used to read: "i'm famous, i'm rich, i'm hot, i'm made of knives i'm in love, and i'm all you want" and we are all one huge and appalling mass all swaying, wanting, promising rubber, tits, and brass all swaying, wanting, promising rubber, tits, and brass we are all forgivable and lovable, and yes we are all the best, and all the worst, and all a fucking mess there are sweethearts, bullshit artists, politicians and thugs and boys with scary eyes selling oriental rugs we all love the internet, love loving, love to cry we all show up in the night at old lover's bedsides we are trying to be one, be separate, just be we are failing daily, smashing up neon marquees that once, when lit, used to read we are trying to be one, be separate, just be we are failing daily, smashing up neon marquees that once, when lit, used to read: "i'm famous, i am rich, i'm hot, i'm made of knives i am in love, and i am all you want,"