Bitch Shit Paradise

The rats cackle at my rusty toes
Fashionable gutters lull me to sleep
A witch on the wind whispers to my desires
And I beg to understand why I am happy

People who I used to resemble, murmur nightmares
A bird, like a lonely man, chirps to hear it's own voice
Fallen leaves huddle as the frost cements their purpose
And I begin to understand why I am happy