Drunk in New York (1999)

Drunk in New York

She's drunk in New York,
He might as well be.
I never understood her,
He just couldn't tell me.

He was deceived, confused
She was unpleased but amused.

For once, it's not me,
I don't know what to make of it,
So easily understanding
people.
You don't, can't, won't.
As he so quickly learned,
(Having been recently spurned)
"Jilted", wilted.

Is that acid in your heart,
Eating you from the inside?
I want to say,
"I think it's just in your mind"
but what do I know of it?
I'd like to think we've all been through it.
She probably hasn't and won't,
but he has, most of us.

An enigmatic turn for the worse,
He's still suffering from his curse
that he bestowed upon himself.
She doesn't even think the same way he does!
Or blink.
You've seen her, she doesn't even know it.
Where does she live again?
I can see your house from here.

My curse, too, rears its ugly tail,
or else why would this be here?

I'd say "look at me,
It's easy!
Don't you see?"
He'd say "look at me,
I'm torn,
set me free."
But that's only if he asked for help.
I wouldn't, I can't ask for directions.
Especially in that place.
It'd be,
"Here, look at me, I'm open,
exposed to the elements, just like a
sandblaster, you know a grand master of
illusion
fooled me."
And I don't want to say that,
so he certainly can't.

Or maybe that's just a dream,
finally, here, there's a difference.

Finally:
I'm not superior, just further along.
Someone already saw to mislead me, and
someone else put me back on track, maybe
a little ahead of the rest of the pack.
You have to get out of the pack.
They're blind, from what I've seen.
You know what you should do, we always
Do.
Ms. Erik R, you know you're the best.
And you're neither inebriated nor in the Big Apple.
That's -her- job.

She's drunk in New York.
He isn't, and couldn't be.

- 23-May-1999