From the street I see

your window and I look up in

is that even your house?

is that Sappho you're reading?

is it cool when I don't care?

can you feel me in the air?

under the crack in the door,

can you tell I have no floor?

and I'm shivering just thinking

where have you been all these minutes?

I am too stressed out to

do the thing the train won't do

but why should I fight back?

I'm just not like that

and I'm sorry if I have been a real bad friend

your face too close to mine to hear you talk

so I look up into your window

from the street where I am standing (so i look up into your window)

is that even your house (from the street where I'm standing)

is that your landing (is that even your house)

and I wanna know what (is that your landing)

you're reading

is it cool when I don't care?

can you feel me in the air?

under the crack in the door

can you tell I have no floor?

I'm not grounded, nothing

nothing nothing

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Writer(s): Greta Kline