puberty came late to me and so did everything else drifting between underdog and also-ran but as for you, you came to me in a crescendo of silence on a filthy strip of sidewalk where day settled like a scab you ordered extra avocado: of course I wanna know your shadow I slid the blade across the table: “you be Cain and I’ll be Abel” I want to guard you from boredom on Venice we pa** thin old men in leather playing chess
“I’m addicted to epiphany”, you warily confess when you leave me you’ll be sensible as matching kitchenware I suppose the song is writing me but it’s taking f**ing years you taught yourself to play piano: of course I want to know your shadow I slid the blade across the table: “you be Cain and I’ll be Abel” I want to guard you from boredom