Jamie

Jamie
 I'm mad at you
 Cause I'm mad at me
 For not asking you
 Do you like to hum
 While you're making food
 As a record plays
 In your living room
 Does your skin glow
 In the afternoon
 Pigeons congregate
 On a neighbor roof
 Do you like to watch
 While you read a book
 Won't you give me your avenue
 I've had it with you
 And your red hair
 And your attitude
 You got armchairs
 And cashews
 No cigarettes
 On your keyboard that you play like you're in a fight
 Punches made of notes
 That are floating by
 As the evening goes
 With a little smile
 When you end a tune
 I'm going home
 Cause I've had to choose
 Between certainty
 And latitude
 In a city full
 Of platitudes
 That we navigate largely in solitude
 What fortuity
 To bump into you
 So give me your avenue