Waiting for Green

Three chinese women on bikes
At the traffic lights
Waiting for green
A guy with the cutest jacket you ever did see
Leans toward me all conspiracy
He says
They’re showing photographs of a child from the blast
And whose it was was not made known
Fingers thumbs and toes
Sensory overload
All rebounds like
God I loved you
Don’t you know me
Oh the horror he says
As the lights remain red
I used to ride the cutest bike you never did see
Freedom he says
Freedom
In winter speeding carelessly
Escaping with bruises
It’s passed and gone except that I’m left
Fingers thumbs and toes
Sensory overload
All rebounds like
God I loved you
Don’t you know me
Then he shows me his leg
It was broken
Such a long time ago
Oh it was so long ago
They said can you feel the pain
He says can you see
I say we only see what we want to feel
We all have our own pain to deal with
Fingers thumbs and toes
Sensory overload
All rebounds like
God
I loved you
Don’t
You know me
My two friends
They said don’t be dismayed at him
He doesn’t understand women