Chalk stained clothes and hands like children,
you were never a stranger to me once.

Solar system, city lights,
lives that go as fast as subway cars.

This is not that kind of ride

Assasining down the avenue in Brooklyn,
Comedy in record shops.

Elliot Smith's XO is still the best

Make me dinner again,
I'll drink your Canadian wine.

Smoking on fire escapes...Ironic or appropriate?

You, Mr. made staying in one place a little more difficult than it was before.

Now I am hanging like a swinging pendulum between two cities.

My brain calls for familiarity,
My heart calls to feel more alive.

as I sky watch a sea of glaciers
from and airplane over you
all I know for sure is that I left a piece of me laying in Your bed,

Below melting record players and ***** skylines