Let’s go back to Oneida
When we first got our feet wet
Back when you were inviting
And I was okay with not knowing
Let’s go back to Wilcox
Before all the fighting
When the cemetery was quiet
Man, we had the coolest apartment
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
You broke my heart on Essex
Where you first met my folks
The first time your tears matched mine
You tried to touch my hand one last time
I don’t think you should come see me down on First street
One spot in the city needs to be left bitter sweet
One place unaffected by your salt and sheen
Man, you just had to ruin everything
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
I don’t want to know the name of your new street
Visiting you is the last thing I need
I don’t want to know the faces of your roommates
Oh they say she looks like me
Bet you feel so wild and free
Self-deluded and polluted
Please don’t lose your salt and sheen
But I don’t think I can wait
-Kelly H.
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