Unsentimental Traveling around Sure of myself Sure of it now
but you were standing there so close to me Like the future was supposed to be In the aisles of the grocery And the blocks uptown
I remember Remember well But if I'd forgotten Could you tell?
In the shadow of your first attack, I was questioning and looking back You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that" Like a real aristocrat
Compound to compound Lazy and safe Wanted to leave it Wanted to wait
When the taxi doors opened wide I pretended I was horrified
by the uniformed and gloves outside and the courtyard gate
You're not a victim But neither am I Nostalgic for garbage Desperate for time
I could blame it on your mother's hair Or the colors that your father wears But I know that I was never fair You were always fine
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