Evan WeissSomewhere between caffeine and nicotine,
you will find me unentertained and worn out,
pressed to the steps beside my house.It’s somewhere between upset and sick it seems,
to still find me the finest quality of pure anxiety.I’m searching for the solace to call you out, to call you at all…
So somewhere midnight and Carroll Street,
I will find you.A colder shoulder than I’m used to,
bending receivers just to hear the truth.I’m demanding some answers,
I’m keeping up with double standards.I am between the words you’re telling me,
with a fine toothed comb.
I’m drawing lines in hindsight,
until the stories start to line up right.These details bent and broke us down,
the finest rivalry of our anxiety.Searching for the courage to hear you out, to hear you at all.
Somewhere between single life and sympathy, you will find me…
