Rittenhouse - Harmony Woods

Meet me at our bench in rittenhouse square

I’ll bring a trembling hand gripping a coffee cup

Dripping everywhere

Blistering my fingers with the palest shade of shit

Three creams, no sugars, the only way you take it

You ask what this is all about

«why did you ask me to come out

This early in the morning?»

I humor a forewarning

I’m staring at the ground

Even the pigeons are cringing now

I take a deep breath and muster out

«i'm late in every sense of the word

I’m sick and it’s not stopping

Something inside is growing

I figured it’s about time that you heard»

You’re staring at the ground

Even the pigeons are cringing now

No language to be found

Even the pigeons are cringing now

I’m despondent, i’m impatient

I inflict the final blow

«it's okay, i’m getting rid of it

I just thought that you should know»

We’re frozen on our bench in rittenhouse square