Party of one
or Astor Place 

In the car I pass the ground my mom walked
doing something that would
mean something
while I take up air on a world that’s crumbling

do you have all your bags
have you settled your tabs
is the fear inside you innate or is it from the past
why can’t you balance the imbalance and this time 
make it last

I’m ready to go out on a Monday
I don’t have to sleep
I can take myself out and be a lover with no needs

what if I never go home
what if the best party is in my dreams

the world hates my face
no – that could never be 
how can I say that when it loves  
and leaves no trace

what I’m scared of is something I can’t escape
that a perfect love couldn't deserve my claim
everything is made of angles and not the angels
 like my name

my party is forever
in the elevator up I sing 
I didn’t recognize the part of the city I was in 	
but if I love myself 									

then I have everything