maybe an alleyway at nine pm isn’t the safest place for me to sit and talk to you on the phone but it’s been too long since I’ve heard your voice or seen your face and besides, this alley is strung with lights.
look, I show you, it’s the prettiest thing
like fireflies in the city
but what I don’t tell you is that it reminds me of another night in another alley back when I was twenty
I thought I was going to spend forever with him
and sitting here with you now I’m so glad that I didn’t