Tuba Stoop

Drove through the mission looking for space
Found it between us like something erased
You called me naive, I went quiet in the backseat

Walked into Cancun, dripping with red and green
You gossiped in a language I couldn't speak
I let it drop, you laughed it off

I think about it when I'm home alone
One of the dozen with cardboard and hoax
I never thought I was easy to provoke

Sat at the stoop of Valencia and 10th
A kid practiced tuba and I let you vent
Put a fork in me, put me in a box
With the coastal elites, so feigned and so fraught

But I think about it when I'm home alone
Running around the block, throwing my stones
Out of breath, had to walk all the way home

Me of all people
I shouldn't have to tell you why
I think twice

But I hate that I couldn't hold my own
I'm not your dog, not waiting at home
Licking your wounds, you're chasing your smoke
I never thought I was easy
I never thought I was easy to provoke