Looking off the same ledge Making the pledge That I won’t one day be One of the people who see That view As their last view Jumping/ falling before they see the light
A million years ago on a dark warm night I walked across the ledge and exhaled Remember me, when our relationship’s Hell was unveiled When we were in love With the push and shove This place could be
To me The little girl She dances and sings A bicyclist His bell it rings A man He smokes A classmate She jokes I see graffiti Take a look, Sweetie.
Written on the Brooklyn Bridge during class. What's to make of this mess?