Eating Up Boredom On An Island of Cement

Maybe that it would do me good 
If I believed there were a god 
Out in the starry firmament. 
As it is it's just a lie 
And I'm here eating up the boredom 
On an island of cement. 
Give me your ecstasy--I'll feel it. 
Open window and I'll steal it 
Baby like it's heaven sent. 

This ain't no love that's guiding me. 

Some days I'm bursting at the seams 
With all my half-remembered dreams 
And then it shoots me down again. 
I feel the dampness as it creeps. 
I hear you coughing in your sleep 
Beneath a broken window pane. 
Tomorrow girl I'll buy you chips, 
A lollipop to stain your lips, 
And it'll all be right as rain.

This ain't no love that's guiding me.
 
On winter trees the fruit of rain 
Is hanging trembling in the branches 
Like a thousand diamond buds 
And waiting there in every pause 
That old familiar fear that claws you. 
Tells you nothing ain't no good 
Then pulling back you see it all 
Down here so laughable and small 
Hardly a quiver in the dirt.