You’re sitting right next to me
and we’ve tired of the Olympics
Southern catcalls ring out in the tiny apartment
and I can barely see you through the smoke
What are we doing here?
Why do you seem so far?
You ask me questions
and I answer with nervous smiles
Age keeps coming at us faster
during these days that are slow as hell
I don’t think I can see you anymore
until my perception has changed
You call me by the wrong name
and I go home again unsatisfied