Oh fuck what I wanted.
The morning was green
then the morning was blue.
The skyscrapers glittered.
I opened a window.
And all through the fog, you said.
And into what else, I thought.
How the lake filled with honey.
How the dark knew itself.
And the strong pill ran through me.
And the day was mere chance.
Baby, baby, baby.
A few drinks, a few maybes.
A little of this and a little of that.
So when god came to a party on Bowery
I stared at my phone and I hid in the hallway.
I really thought god would be somebody else.