I used to live here,
in a hungover town,
where whores bet devils
to let them stay.
I used to live here,
behind a Big Lots,
where divorces
occurred off paper.
I used to live here,
where withdrawal
was only a symptom
of separation.
I used to live here,
where God damns
the same way
we breathe and believe.
I used to live here,
where giving up
means spending the night
with the love of your life.