you were fresh off the boat

from virginia

i had a year of new york city

under my belt

we met in a dream

we were both nineteen

i remember where we were standing

i remember how it felt

two little girls

growing out of their training bras

this little girl breaks furniture

this little girl breaks laws

two girls together

just a little less alone

this little girl cried wee wee wee

all the way home

you were always half crazy

now look at your baby

you make as much sense

as a nursery rhyme

love is a piano

dropped from a fourth story window

and you were in the wrong place

at the wrong time

and i don't like your girlfriend

i blame her

i never seen one of your lovers

do you so much harm

i loved you first

and you know i would prefer

if she didn't empty her syringes

into your arm

here comes little naked me

padding up to the bathroom door

to find little naked you

slumped on the bathroom floor

with my back against the wall

while you distill your whole life

down to a 911 call

now you bring me your bruises

so i can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display

maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes

that makes everything okay

or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince

who rides up and unties your hands

or maybe i'm the furrow-browed friend

who thinks she understands

here comes little naked me

padding up to the bathroom door

to find little naked you

slumped on the bathroom floor

so i guess i'll just stand here

with my back against the wall

while you distill your whole life

down to a 911 call