When you called me, I knew we were alright.
It’s been a long, long time.
The neighborhood you knew when you were a kid—all the reds and the grays, they are rust, and the blueprints are dreaming.
It’s hard to devise goodbyes, I know, but it doesn’t have to be.
That diamond ring doesn’t mean a thing to me.
I’m just glad to be watching the lights in the buildings slowly shutting off with you.