It's Still Pretty Terrible

You were made for the city Taking photos writing poetry about boulevards That cut straight through the avenues like knives And the people just like you Crooked teeth and arching backs Gaping mouths on the set If it were up to me You never would have

Meet me by the swings We can kiss the ground with the tips of our feet Rock back and forth like the waves hit the shore We can feel the sand retreat over our toes And I'll sing you to sleep if you dream about me If you dream about me If you dream abo