you took me to the top of some building
watching the political city stretch out with political lights
saying, the tuition is worth it just for the view.

I was ready to move there, thinking of June.
Like, everything would be better if I were older.
Like, you'd love me if I had been a bit bolder.
No. This was not my place.
I was still a child looking for a dream to chase.

You weren't the dream, you were maddening at best.
The shot in the dark, New York City, burned in my chest.