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I didn't expect to see you here – I mean outside, smoking I'm more of a nicorette girl these days I'm joking I mean – I did quit But who feels like joking now? I'll see you your scowl And raise you a furrowed brow Anyway Anyway Do you remember how we used to read Rilke, Joyce? And we barely understood it But it gave us a voice Or a language… I don't read poetry anymore But if I did I'd be reading it tonight for sure Oh. Oh I keep thinking about how the timing seems false How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse And others go so slow Like this morning Feels likе a month ago Oh. Oh Oh. Oh I feel like I'm underwater I feel likе I'm underwater I feel like I'm underwater Anyway Anyway There's this building you pass On the subway to Queens It's on the L or the R or the one that's green It's covered in tags Bright hieroglyphics These fifteen-year-olds – They're so fucking prolific I'm commuting I'm eating my goddamn apple And they're secretly painting their Sistine Chapel But whatever It's like they know their odds If you're gonna die young You'd better live like gods Gods Gods And me? I'm not doing anything I'm not helping or cleaning I'm not even crying I'm not doing anything She'd be so goddamn helpful Well, fuck her for dying 'cause I I'm not writing her elegy Not me I'm not writing that down They would scrawl her name on a city wall But I'm a fucking clown I'm making jokes So I don't drown I feel like I'm underwater I feel like I'm underwater I feel like I'm underwater I feel like I'm underwater Like the whole world is underwater Like I'm screaming out underwater I feel like I'm underwater these days Anyways Anyway I didn't expect to see you here I mean – thanks for coming I thought you'd oppose the use of religious rites as numbing I mean – it is dumb But what if she can hear them pray? I mean what the fuck do we know? Who are we to say? If there was anyway Anyway