We were standing on the rubble of civilization
We were in love and we were finally alone.
She said, "Let's start a garden so we can feed ourselves."
And I said, "But you don't know anything about that."
She said, "I saw it on a TV show. You put these in the ground."
And I worried that we'd end up having to share it
with them.
We were standing on the rubble of gentrification.
We were trying to get our over stuffed sofa up the steps.
It was the first time I ever felt like a voyeur.
It was the first time I ever felt like a grown up.
And we didn't want to go out, 'cause it's a dangerous neighborhood.
And you know I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm racist.
Strange,
how all of our mighty fictions
deceive us
bellowing:
"You are the very last ones still left."
We were leaving the part on the 15th street.
We were joining the crowd, waiting for the light to change.
It was the first time I caught a glimpse of your face.
It was the first time that I lost sight of your face.
And I felt the eyes upon me.
I did not know where I was.
And I wandered and I wandered and I wandered....
Strange,
how all of our mighty fictions
deceive us
bellowing:
"You are the very last ones still left."