The sound … of sirens …
There are lots of ways you know you’re with someone you’re really meant to be with. The time you find yourselves walking together through the Atlanta Botanical Garden improvising a sad but hilarious song about being trapped in an underwater mortgage in a neighborhood undergoing a steady degentrification counts as the clearest for me.
I think my neighbor’s selling pot
Because he just got shot
I think the ambulance is on its way
I really wish I didn’t have to stay
But my mortgage … is underwater really bad
I’m so sad
So I live … with sirens
Somewhere around “I’m so sad” we were basically punching each other because we were laughing so hard. In public. Because of a song about underwater mortgages.
Made for each other.