Gardenia

I saw your girlfriend moved to Sweden

How romantic, how far-fetched

I was open to a meeting,

then second guessed it, drenched in sweat

I couldn’t ask you for a vision

Just recognition, something set

So I could know that you perceived me

A clean gardenia threat

I don’t know what you owe

I don’t think that i can tell you

Do you know what you’ve done?

Can you name it?

I wonder if that’s how it started

Like a listing, property

So by the time it really happened

The rot had grown so deep

I don’t know what you owe

I don’t think that I can tell you

Do you know what you’ve done?

Can you see it?

I don’t know if you know

I don’t think that I can tell you

Do you know what you’ve done?

Will you ever?

You’re passed out on the stairs

I’m hauling ass to get you up

A cyclops moon out front

Sirens like the glee club

Fifth avenue is packed

Being 18 is havoc

Breathing hard to lift you

Always, no big ask