I begin with Culver City

Where the handsome faggots

Make pretty pretty

Empty lots, secrets well kept



Nothing standing

But the frame of a set

Some things are built

To withstand regret



It was cinematic

How we loved;

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!



She wore off

Like a prom dress

Heels a kickin'

Short hair a mess

Painted nails for turning tricks

Throw something hard

Something stick

Throw nothing, nothing slips



Tip and tuck down the 99

Pedal pushed down

The entire time

Running scared

'Til the ceiling falls

Banging her head

Wrists rubbed raw

Addicted to something

We never saw



It was cinematic

How we loved;

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!



Off the freeway

Dreamland burns

The ultimate take

In the land of returns

With a glycerin smile and

A tear for tragedy

Something grand

Judy left for me

Nothing more than

Box office history



It was cinematic

How we loved;

Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!

I begin where Garland died

Looked like a child all her life

So will I