The City

Now I notice the streetlamp’s hum,
the ghosts of graffiti they couldn’t quite erase,
the blank-faced stares on the subway
as people go home.
The parks lay empty like my unmade bed,
the streets are silent like my lifeless telephone,
and this is where I live,
but I’ve never felt less at home.
So I’m not unsympathetic,
I see why you left.
There’s no one to know,
there’s nothing to do–
the city’s been dead
since you’ve been gone.

Sometimes I stand on my roof at night
and watch as something seems to
happen somewhere else.
I feel like the breeze
will pick me up and carry me away
out and over the iridescent grid,
up and away from the bar fights and neon lights
and out and away from everything
that makes me what I am.
So I’m not unsympathetic,
I see why you left.
There’s no one to know,
there’s nothing to do–
the city’s been dead
since you’ve been gone.

Oh, I never had just whatever it is you want, baby.
Oh, I really tried, tried with all of my might–it made me crazy
to try to figure out what it is I’ve done wrong every time
when everything I love, everything I hold dear,
heads out sometimes–
all I ever say now is good-bye.

(apologies to The Dismemberment Plan)

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