I wanna be in Brooklyn.
I wanna be in Silver Lake.
I wanna be in Austin.
I wanna be in Portland.
I wanna listen to indie bands.
and call in sick to work.
I wanna drink a tall boy
bud heavy in the movie theater.
I wanna party with Hiten
and drink craft beer,
do some coke and make our way
to the L train just to be let down
by delays and text messages.
what's the problem
when we go to the Johnsons
to shoot pool and fight
over PBRs.
later, in the rain,
with a debt to pay back,
I will try to text her,
but she won't text back,
and that's okay.
we all get old,
moving passed things
we once dared,
but we all get sick of being cold.