Unsentimental

Driving around

Sure of myself

Sure of it now

You stand this close to me

Like the future was supposed to be

In the aisles of the grocery

In the blocks uptown

I remember

Remember well

But if I'd forgotten

Could you tell?

In the shadow of your first attack

I was questioning and looking back

You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that"

Like a real aristocrat

Compound to compound

Lazy and safe

Wanting to leave it

Wanting to wait

When the taxi door was open wide

I pretended I was horrified

By the uniform clothes outside

Of the court yard gate

You're not a victim

But neither am I

Nostalgic for garbage

Desperate for time

I could blame it on your mother's hair

Or the colors that your father wears

But I know that I was never fair

You were always fine

Unsentimental

Driving around

Sure of myself

Sure of it now

You stand this close to me

Like the future was suppose to be

In the eyes of the grocery

In the blocks uptown

I remember

Remember it well

And if I'd forgotten

Could you tell?

In the shadow of your first attack

I was questioning and looking back

You were standing on another track

Like a real aristocrat