Me and Judas down on 6th & Lowry
Outside a cafe when the moonlight fell
It cast itself down, pouring out on the city
What a pity when something so beautiful wastes itself

I took a pull from my wood pipe as the taxicabs drove by
Full of college age women in drag
Yeah they're all wearing costumes
and they all look like children
And they're blowing us kisses as they pass

I wondered what in the hell in this world could compel
Any creature to smile on a pair like we were

He had short, neat curls that were shadow black
And I was fumbling around with the weather app
Wondering if he could ever love me back
Sometimes these things are hit or miss
With the perfume trails lingering behind
I caught an urge & the nerve to take his hand in mine
And if it didn't rain at the perfect time
It's probable we wouldn't have kissed
In the NorthEast Minneapolis Arts District

He whispered, “I'm not the kind to lie about leaving”
With me clinging so tight to his chest
In a notebook on the rough-hewn walnut stand by his mattress
I had drawn ultimatums in a cursive mess

And then I never told anyone, kept it quiet
Imprisoned by the urgency of the love we shared
Some of our friends say that I'm still alive in it
But others don't believe that I was ever anywhere

I gave my body and blood for the power of love
And hoped that I would conquer sin
But I never even rose again

Then by the light of a wasteful moon, too familiar
You sold me out for some pieces of silver
But still I loved the feel of your lips
And i never wanted more than this: to kiss you in public
To openly say that I loved it