From the street I see your window, and I look up and

Is that even your house? Is that Sappho you're reading?

Is it cool when I don't care? Can you feel me in the air?

Under the crack in the door, can you tell I have no floor?

And I'm shivering, just thinking, where have you been all these minutes?

I'm too stressed out to do the thing a train won't do

But why should I fight back? I'm just not like that

And I'm sorry if I've been a real bad friend

It feels too close to my feet

So I look up into your window, from the street where I'm standing

Is that even your house? Is that Sappho you're lending?

And I wanna know what you're reading

Is it cool when I don't care? Can you feel me in the air?

Under the crack in the door, can you tell I have no floor?

I'm not grounded, nothing, nothing, nothing