Overcoats and undertows
my memory's been lost and sold like it was fool's gold

you feel like a piece of me
all those clocks and hands running
all over my body

don't look down
I tell myself right now
love's just not allowed
love's just not allowed
love's just not allowed

Cold New York museum floors
I keep listening for
your old message from before
Passing out and passing time
living inside poetry lines
nothing here is sacred or divine