Are you nostalgic for that time & place,
or are you just depressed?
You've got nothing to confess.
The sky just opened up and you went flying to

That man and his tired skin and silver liar's tongue
in that san francisco sun:
god swallowed up by clouds above the golden gate.
Red & gold & gray, he said “this fog hangs endlessly
above this masterpiece  
so the people here can hide their sins from god.”

"so we can all hide our sins from god"

Your eyes were wide as dinner plates. 
Bright & freshly cleaned, unspoiled & naive.
To taste the world I know you'd agree to anything.
In paris you walked the river seine & la palais garnier

Sat with the ghost of Hemingway
à les deux magots aux saint germain-des-prés
and you thought the only price to pay
was removing all your clothes
for his photographs, exposed.
never knowing what you owed by accepting anything.

(did you know what you owed by accepting anything?)

(did you know what you'd owe for all that?) NO!!

How could you say no to him
when you're already in this deep?
with the golden gate looming, the ocean at your feet—
that water's rising.

I say burn that bridge and kiss the salty river at her mouth
until your lips give out 
and your innocence is floating on the bay.

(leave your innocence to float along the bay)

(your innocence is floating on the bay)

"fly to me & live forever. 
you'll see the world. 
you can trust in me."