Some similarities.

Huh.

bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that 

wants to get out

but i'm too tough for him,

i say, stay in there, i'm not going

to let anybody see

you.

charles bukowski

They are going to Delirium.

There are new tights, and fifty degree weather to go out in.

Rum, coke. That once novel puke-y alcohol smell of bars,

 and those same Joy Division songs are out there.

And I guess I think some of the jokes are funny. 

But the night seems very futile to run around in

when I know what I want 

and what I want is far away.

It doesn't exist in any of these Friday nights in The City.