I was wasted
and I was wasting time,
committing crimes
of the heart.
From the Upper East Side
to East Willytowne,
which is just the West 'Wick,
I was stealing songs
from beautiful baristas
and ugly salsa dancers.
Looking back,
it was all a lack of love
rather than abundance,
which is what I wish I knew
back when, back then.
Stairwell sex, middle names,
enjoy the regrets,
always taking blame,
without shame,
but hey,
that's being in your 20's,
right?
Right,
so now when I sit
on a bench
near the crackheads
in Union Square,
I just think about a person who was lost,
and still not entirely found,
but coming around.