by Doug Paul Case
Okay you caught me I like when boys smell like cigarettes
Tell me the story of your favorite city after midnight
There can be rain in the story if you want
Light orchestral accompaniment if you want
I mean I know you don’t but who’s talking
Where would you live if money wasn’t money
Would you rather buy wine or lotto tickets
How would you hurt if you decided to hurt
Would you wrap me in blue curtains and pin me against the window
There is a shadow for every drop of light
There is pressure against all the skin in the world
One day we’ll know if it exists anywhere else
One day we won’t direct our emotions at circumstance
Displacement is displacement is displacement
Did you think I’d say something different
Did you think there was time to talk about it
In the morning I’ll make tea in your yellow kettle
I’ll need you to decide