Russian History

Said you want a man of small ambitions
Who won’t need to travel to fulfill him
You asked, 'could you be that man?'
But I was on a flight to Europe
Cold day spent in Witch City
Felt their breath against my ribcage
All the tourists of Salem
And not enough body heat to warm me
You said you need more attention
A man who’s more attentive
You asked, 'could you be that man?'
Inbox full; I missed the message
Loss. Some joy for you. But mostly loss
Loss. Some joy for you. But mostly loss
Hot sunrise on the border
Felt that glare burn my shadow
All the bros in California
Couldn’t pull me from your shoulder
Said you want a man with nothing going
Who would never cause you worry
You asked, 'could you be that man?'
But I felt I was being murdered
Normal night in the home
Felt pressure against my femur
All the windows of your apartment
Couldn’t pull from the mirror
True, you did me dirt at the end
But that was hardly the going trend
Wish you continued success
Honestly, woman, ten out of ten