Taking the 1 to Your Apartment Just After We Met
On the train where the vagabonds dream
I was lucky enough to dream about you,
But it wasn’t a dream
I missed the stop,
I was there.
You had me.
Like the 1 train,
When I was sober enough to remember the ride.
And your hair with it.
Not as a memory,
But as something to crave.
But not with a carnal sense,
Something to taste, and breathe.
When I let go of the things that make me human,
And embrace the things that make me more,
I don’t believe in any of that shit.
I believe in you,
That brings me
To the place I
In the first place.