You know that you won't die From the little bit of pesticides That let you feel your best inside Your tiny apartment, Where you're nesting like a mocking bird. Hydroplaning eyeballs And a fly bomber jacket Aren't quite enough to justify Gritty life in bed stuy, So you stitch with a dime store crochet kit That you bought at The corner bodega. You stay inside Because your heart is beating twice as fast At every awkward eye contact Like each new frown's a cataract That's growing a deposit in your sight. But you won't go back to The treehouse that you came from You'll never go back to... You don't know How little it all means to be involved in the scene. 'Use 'em like a pill, put the paper on the bill. 'Credit card apathy Is growing like a river liner out of me,' You say it so sweetly. So subtly.