NYC, i don't know what you are to me.
We don’t have money for rent or electricity. That’s it for the circus this year. So it’s over, not even a season.
…my circus dreams, just memories ten years from now. “And the trapeze artist breaks her neck”.
On the last night no one shows up, you play like fools, and I fly around the ring like a dumb chicken. And then I’m a waitress again.