The day they build you a constellation,
it will be the entire F train, spread across the milky way.
You will be a satellite, who dips in and out of every single car,
the minute it comes to a stop,
pissing off everybody on the subway platform and kicking up stardust in your wake.
your compass always points north…
you are my favorite stick of dynamite
you are the opposite of a rubber band
there are so many things
i would tell you if thought that you would listen
and so many more you’d tell me if you believe I would understand
i hope you know you were never meant to wear this shadow,
it would be loose in all the wrong places
in fact I’m the one that always steals your shoes-
but is that my sweatshirt you are wearing?
you can keep it
In fact, it really does look better on you.