15 Days

Claustrophobic, close to sainthood
Awake, but barely breathing. Pray for daylight
15 days of upright walking, little sleep and nonsense talking
The baby birds were so delicious
15 days of everywhere, sorry for the liquor stare
If I were you, then you were me, we move the same, differently

The Dillinger was used more than once

From Soho steps to Hengelo sand I heard Jack Shit say, "Piss off, man"
"I do what I want when I want, make sure it's dodgy"
From Roman dirt to Belgium rain we stood with ghosts and felt ashamed
In a room that glowed chipped yellow paint
For 15 days I was alive, all teenaged heart and starry-eyed
I wanna wake up at a truck stop in a porn-a-holic haze

I was bottom right and to the back, no Hemmingway or Kerouac
A camera and the college girls, dogs, traffic, microphone shadows
Background noise, monkey hands, mushroom tops and a dirty laundry pillow