someone put exhaust in the smoke
or maybe a body's trying to say something
we are a fantasy crowd.
we breathe out noses.
months away (not so very far distances away!)
and I keep thinking how when I was in new york
I really wanted one of those gold script ID necklaces
that all the cool brooklyn babes would wear
and I'm not talking abt the williamsburg babes
highwasted jeans
long hair, big shades
with stick arms
I'm talking about the applebottom babes
but I wanted one with my old boyfriend's name
and the guy at the shop informed me that
No, this necklace should be mine
no boys allowed
it's a good thing I didn't do it
else now I'd have a necklace
of Adan
and we're friends, I'll always love that guy
but I couldn't exactly wear proudly his namesake now, could I?
how many chains could I wear
if I had all of the $$
for all of the names
of everyone I've loved?
just pounds of goldplated shines
hanging from my grub neck
I'd have to have all of the world's $$, again
and that would be a weighty take
on forever
