From the street I see your window
And I look up in
And is that even your house
Is that Sappho youâre reading
Is it cool when I donât care
Can you feel me in the air
Under the crack in the door
Can you tell I have no floor
And Iâm shivering just thinking
Where have you been
All these minutes
I am too stressed out to
Do the thing that they wonât do
Why should I fight back
Iâm just not like that
And Iâm sorry if
I have been a real bad friend
Your face too close to mine
To hear you talk
So I look up into your window
On the street where I am standing
Is that even your house
Is that your landing
And I want to know what youâre reading
Is it cool when I donât care
Can you feel me in the air
Under the crack in the door
Can you tell I have no floor
Iâm not ground in
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing