K

calling card, calling all heartbreaks, calling card,
ten pounds down the drain,
i told you about this magnificent graffiti that asal and i found,
and you said:
K.

and how fitting. i'm your problem.
K?
K.

i walk up behind you, squeeze your shoulder.
and not just your shoulder: that part of your body between the base of your neck and the end of your collarbone. does this spot have an actual name? yes. do i care to google it? no.

i'm empty today. i was empty yesterday.
the forecast cries that i'll be empty tomorrow, too.

K?
K.

we've all got our own explanations.
baby, it's not you, it's me.
baby, you'll find someone, someday.
baby, you're just a good time.
baby, baby, baby,
baby, you're great, really,
baby, shit's gonna fall into place,
baby, everything's going to be okay,
K?
K.

(it's the song in the background that's doing this to me, not you.)

we turned the corner,
trip somewhat of a bust so far.
she's like, lemme take a picture of this,
and i rolled my eyes.
she takes pictures of everything.
i'm like girl, you can't live like this,
you gotta live in the moment,
but when i saw what she was talking about,
i threw my kodak at the world.

when i die, who will paint something for me?

and when you've got nothing else,
OR,
when you've got ALL the answers,
just say: K.

pop yer collar, walk away, leave 'em shakin'.

K? K.