Ampersand -- Amanda Palmer
i walk down my street at night
the city lights are cold and violet
i am comforted by the approaching sounds of trucks and sirens
even though the world's so bad
these men rush out to help the dying
and though i am no use to them
i do my part by simply smiling
the ghetto boys are catcalling me
as i pull my keys from my pocket
i wonder if this ...



