December (4:14)

Now you’re just some girl
From a different neighborhood
I’d reach out if I could
Apart from texts here and there
All else is strictly verboten

I don’t know what I’m doing here
Years ago it was quite clear

Are you just a chick
Onto whom I’m projecting crazy shit?
Or are you “the one”?
Is that a thing anymore
Underneath the sun?

Start my mornings at Khepri with THC
Hit Simons at noon for a Radler, okay- two or three
Then head to Loafers at night
Try to get myself laid
Under the purple moonlight

I don’t know what I’m doing here
Years ago it was quite clear

I’m stuck in forever and it’s time
To reach back and pull myself online
The flowers are bursting overtime
Over time

I don’t know what I’m doing here
Years ago it was quite clear
I don’t know what I’m doing here
Years ago it was quite clear