She said this place is a real metropolis and asked what made me wince. I’ve been thinking all about her ever since. I said life is all around but only if you try. It doesn’t take much thought to want to die. I used to walk through that old building. Should have known they’d tear it down. It was clearly sentimentally unsound. There’s so much dramatic irony in looking at the past. All I know for sure is nothing lasts. Hey Claire this city’s swimming. It’s us against the flood and guess who’s winning. When all our resolutions have fallen through the drain can we have that conversation again? This city’s digging its own grave. Let’s go and find a place we’d like to save. When all our resolutions have fallen through the drain can we have that conversation again?