oh the
 dirty streets
   sand
 grime
   bits of trash
 blowing
    with a cold
 biting wind
 you drink a glass of champagne
    and walk to the
beach
  whats on tv tonight
    and start thinking about
burritos
  you hear a passing conversation
   "she really messed that up"
 and wonder
   if you should quit
drinking so much
  but no
    bars are warm
 and it is cold out
  open the door