Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find He Has No One
Not by the older version of yourself, the version that's wise with lived-in skin.
But, instead by that version who was a 22 year old know-it-all who chain smoked in the spare bedroom at her parents house,
writing letters to a boy named Ben in New York City who was only ever going to break your heart.
She really had the passion with the blind ambition to throw it around to see where it stuck.
And this self, this in-the-moment-now self is still full of that hot stuff
she's just a little aimless, a little more armed.
Besides, Ben was found dead in his apartment in 2006, so there's that.