We spoke in whispers on the train
Seats packed and rumbling as we pulled away
And I didn't know what to say
I never seem to know what to say
She said, "Mercury's in retrograde"
But I don't believe in that shit anyway
I guess I'll pretend to believe
I always pretend to believe
And are we going the right way?
Am I moving too slow?
How to push past the hard part
How to stop myself
Don't let it show
She burns sage to clear the places
In her apartment where she's gotten laid
By terrible men
I guess I'll just breathe
Why is it always so hard to breathe?
And as the smoke fills the spaces
I think of the cultures she's appropriating
And how to stop myself from speaking
How to stop myself
Just let it go
So much time spent looking backward
Writing poems in the dark
Tarot spread out on the table
Death means rebirth
But I don't believe in that shit anymore
Anyway
She said, "Mercury's in retrograde"
And I smiled back at her as we pulled away