Conversation With a Friend in Brooklyn

We talk a lot about chemicals
And how we're both so easily affected
Hearts like humming amplifiers with the gain turned up
I examine your living room
You read me poems in the kitchen
You asked me what the light symbolized
I said "It could be the truth or really anything"

You don't get to decide how somebody feels about you
But you can spin it a little bit
Maybe the purest motive is to say that

I just want what I want
I just want what I want
I haven't given it too much thought yet
I just want what I want

We talk a lot about solitude
And how easy it is to feel alone here
Ask me if I still like all the same bands that I used to
Well, of course I do
Now I'm a train passenger, powerless
Steady shaking off the sugar and the sleeplessness
Lips numb with the knowledge that I laid it out the best I could

You don't get to pretend that you spent less time than you did waiting on a windfall
Does all it all have to be so heavy?

Baby, I just want what I want
I just want what I want
I haven't given it too much thought yet
I just want what I...

There is a heat rising off every word
Voices resounding sound like nothing I've ever heard
I will no longer bite my tongue
For getting good at being young

We talk a lot about distance
And where we'd be if it weren't for where we were now