The Last Movie

There’s no need to talk anymore I am talked out There is a silence of tongues And the drinks hang heavy in the air Old men on benches Watch the town die From the boarded up windows To the grocery shutdown The tip jar is lite And the strippers all left town I wander down the street In my medical gown Fanny blowing in the wind Grasping at straws And metal band saws Till my fingers bleed crazy They wouldn’t let me out So I broke free the chains That made me insane Headed up downtown For a nightcap But the town was closed up The gutters full of glass And needle’s aplenty I laughed and lunged Like a fool in the street But whole damn town was empty Now it’s been two years Since I broke out And nobody seems to miss me My brother has died And my Ma took in cleaning Just to make ends meet I’m still sitting around in my gown Waiting for the last movie.