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