Belgrade

Through a window pane the city of New York begins to change
Tore down your old apartment
Put condos over community gardens
But I can still feel the heat of your hand
Nestled in my hand

You were dressed in black
Got too much detention teaching curses to your Spanish class
You said they’re words that you could use
So it wasn’t that big a deal
But I couldn’t keep my eyes off you
Smacking your Juicy Fruit

Do I have a name
Someone might want to say for the rest of their natural life?
And that country summer when you wanted more
I drew your picture
I drew your picture on a napkin

When you said yes I wasn’t quite prepared to feel the heat of your cheek on my chest
As we swayed just out of time on a late June Friday night
When your mom showed up traded heels for chucks said you’re free most weekends

In a picture frame our polaroid prom night begins to fade
You took your heart to Texas
Traded your fixie for a beat up old Lexus
But I know this is how I’ll remember you
Stalwart in baby blue

Do I have a name
Someone might want to say for the rest of their natural life?
And that country summer when you wanted more
I drew your picture
I drew your picture on a napkin

Sometimes it feels like nothing at all
Sometimes it feels like everything
Sometimes it feels like nothing at all
Sometimes it feels like everything

Do I have a name
Someone might want to say for the rest of their natural life?
And that country summer when you wanted more
I drew your picture
I drew your picture on a napkin