Kissing May in Willytowne,
and Hillary in Manhattan.
Bet you didn't even notice...
Have you noticed your streets
of Greenpoint are alphabetical?
Meet me on Box street
which was named after the box factories
that used to be here.
I will be wearing dirty white cords
a David Bowie shirt,
and a bright neon green beanie,
which Franco gave me.
I see a lot of hipsters crying
about the flowers in their hair,
walking in their nicely painted apartments
with centrally cool-conditioned air,
saying "I've chosen to be happy"
and other little quips from Voltaire,
a cool-conditioned strategy
with underwhelming flair.
walking in their nicely painted apartments
with centrally cool-conditioned air,
saying "I've chosen to be happy"
and other little quips from Voltaire,
a cool-conditioned strategy
with underwhelming flair.
McGuinness Boulevard, it's all about branding...
On the passenger side of November,
my head is down,
because life is a sad dumb game,
so kiss the girls
and laugh at the flames.
Booth in the back,
smoke in the air just hangs still,
maybe I should
start to head back?
smoke in the air just hangs still,
maybe I should
start to head back?
I have been dying to show her
how good I became,
how good I became,
but she can hear these words read,
and knows where to find me.
Dobbin Street, I gotta leave...
From the business end of February,
I bought sunflower seeds,
and tried to shuck them,
wanted to love them.
I have never been as sad as I was
in February of 2021.
That was a long me ago.
Same fit,
but a Bob Marley shirt,
and a new outlook.
I think I am ready for the spotlight.