You walk the way I’ve always wanted to but that just
Doesn’t mean I can stay here.
I see you in the oceans I see you drifting and
It’s a lot for me sitting here staring at the graffiti
Littering the floorboards and I don’t think
You can see it, I don’t think the lighting hovering over
Your eyes lets you.
I wrote a letter to Frank O’Hara explaining myself,
But you’re too bold to read it.
Just take a look inside.
Personally, I’m worried about your sanity
You have too much of it.