Hum

Footsteps
Echo through hallways
Beneath the neon lighting
Everyone looks sick

We sit on a rusty staircase
You write your name with lipstick
On the rail near the wall

What do you think about me now?
What do you think about me now that I’ve fallen down?

Watching
The crowds on the sidewalks
A steady hum of nothing
Is all that fills the air

And we sit on a nearby rooftop
It overflows with pigeons
And we idly scare them off

What do you think about me now?
What do you think about me now?
What do you think about me now?
What do you think about me now that I’ve fallen down?