Fire Escape

You got no idea what boredom is

You got no--

Listen to me--

No idea

What boredom

Is

Boredom--is love

Ha!

No, but really--

Boredom is 1992

Listen to me now

1992

Sitting in this apartment

This second-floor

Little no-nothing

Apartment

That I couldn’t afford

Even though it was little

And it was no-nothing
Whatever the hell that means

And I’m lying on a bed

With the window open

And this little shitty fan

Blowing on me

Not a stitch of clothing on me

Because the air was hot

And the air getting blown on me was hot

And the air coming in from the open window

Was hot

And I was bored

Because it was a Sunday

And nowadays

It’s Sunday Funday

But back in 1992

And before that

And a little bit after that

Sundays were not fun-days

Because nothing good was on t.v.

Yeah, you could go see a movie

If you had the cash

But I didn’t

And there was no Internet

And you could read a book

If you felt like doing that sort of thing

But when it’s hot like that

You don’t want to do much of anything

And you’re pissed at yourself

For being bored

And not being able

To do a damn thing about it

And at some point

You make you way--

Because you hear a sound

Coming from down

On the street--

So you make your way

Onto the fire escape

And down on the street

Is this hot body

Wearing a pair of shorts

And half a shirt

And so many teeth

It was enough

For seven smiles

And right then

Right then

You know two things:

You know you’re in love

And you know

That your boredom

Is over

Even in the dusty

Dark

Dank

Dim-ity

Of 1992

On a Sunday

You got something to do

You got a fire escape to sit on

And wait

Just wait

For somebody to climb up to you

And ask you what’s up