Juliet as Epithet

He said, "Death-wise, I wanna be cremated"

I said, "That sounds like something the Ramones—", and then I hesitated

'Cause I can't think of anything but the sorry way that he's been looking at me

And the turquoise Thunderbird parked outside

Sizing up Elizabeth Street

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get

And when they hurt to remember, I forget

This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head

Now I think of you less and less

I call him Wild Eyes, and just that once he called me Juliet

He showed me something sordid loading on his phone from behind a mosquito net

So goddamn handsome, he makes me anxious

He holds my hand through the sad advances

Why wouldn't he, though?

I'm just the open secret no one's ever gonna blow

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get

And when they hurt to remember, I forget

Haven't you heard? I smother the chances I get

He rolls over in bed

"Are there many of them?"

I say, "You bet"

This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head

Now I think of you less and less

This tête-à-tête turned head-to-head

Now I think of you less and less and less