Unsentimental Traveling around Sure of myself Sure of it now You stand this close to me Like the future was supposed to be In the aisles of the grocery In the blocks uptown I remember Remember well But if I'd forgotten Could you tell? In the shadow of your first attack I was questioning and looking back You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that" Like a real aristocrat Compound to compound Lazy and safe Wanting to leave it Wanting to wait When the taxi door was open wide I pretended that I was horrified By the uniform clothes outside Of the court yard gate You're not a victim But neither am I Nostalgic for garbage Desperate for time I could blame it on your mother's hair Or the colors that your father wears But I know that I was never fair You were always fine Unsentimental Traveling around Sure of myself Sure of it now You stand this close to me Like the future was suppose to be In the eyes of the grocery In the blocks uptown I remember Remember it well And if I'd forgotten Could you tell? In the shadow of your first attack I was questioning and looking back You were standing on another track Like a real aristocrat