Tapdance 2

Only isolated artists make original material

I read too many Pitchfork reviews

I loved Life Without Buildings

I could’ve been born in a smaller town

With a disco scene

And spent more time

Deep in my element

There’s too many strands

There’s a surplus of vision

And nobody knows what you’re talking about

We make ourselves so uncomfortable

Grazing the grass

Staring the ceiling

With your technicolor hahaha!

Time to rip the letter up

And as our relationship once again dissolved in drunk fit

It was uncertain who dumped it

We didn’t know

Was it us or the artform?

I lived in valet

While you bought a cathedral

So cold and procedural

You’re so technicolor hahaha

How could you have loved me

With my philosophical obsessions

Diet depressions

My beloved copy of Led Zeppelin II

We gazed at the stars

And cried at the ending

We showed up and showed off

We lusted for gold

Golden dust on every morning

Loving you and breaking apart

In silent moments

Did you think of me?

Did we still dance?

Were we still there when the music was off?

Were we still there when the music was off?

Would you still love me in December

Cold and early?