it’s been years since i left the lakeside for the city
but i’m still crazy about you after all these years
i’m still tearing it around
to paul simon and joanna newsom
i still love you, now more than ever
now i’m in a hoax of Big Sur and the sun’s hot
i miss the beach and the snow
i miss new york and i miss you
i’m still fucking crazy after all these years
learning to contemplate jazz by baby birches in my mind
wanting you back