New York City was my soulmate
I do life
...... Well, as life is now
And I think about her often
...... Well, as often as can be remembered.
New York City is not what she was
...... And thankfully, she never is
But this is different. This time, it's different.
I was blessed enough, to watch new York City die.
....... And each day of my life, I feel thankful.
I sat across the river, touching the sun, as it set over 6th Street.
And when I rushed in I never knew where I was going
But somehow I always made it home.
Long gone are the conversations that will change the world
Lessened by those who are emptied
I still remember all the insane things that we did
....... As we kissed unforgiving.
When I woke up, you'd always left me behind
....... As the moon, was setting
Everyday, I grasp at what I was thinking
....... But you won't let me
Because today, we need to work for the moment, unrelenting.
And tomorrow, well it could be today, but no one is saying.
I just continue to see what has changed but no one is listening
....... And now here I am all alone
Not a single New Yorker in sight.
Not a single New Yorker within earshot.
Not a single New Yorker to help us on our way.
It's like being a fucking New Yorker in the middle of Kansas City in 1998.
And all the times I agreed with everyone
It was because I understood.
And like the warning of what will happen to jury decisions as an area gentrifies, but more importantly, as an area is blightfully blighted by affluent boring crackers....
They..... don't understand.
I keep looking around for any increment of inference.
Pass it to me, pass it through me.
Where are you.
The amount of alone that I feel isn't just "alone".
The alone I know amounts to an entire neighborhood who can't remind its people of its history because afluency causes deafness.
Ok blindness too, but I'd rather see than hear.
I'd rather observe, than record.
But with all the gunshots gone, all the music basicked, as my skin blends in, and the past is lost, I can only pine for the days when someone entering the train would have to scream at some oblivious twat to take their backpack off and move into the train so all us assholes could get on, and get to work.