Frank Ocean's Last Concert

I'll see you on Thursday
Pick you up at your place
It's just 1500 miles
To go to Indio
Where we'll see Frank Ocean
In his last concert
Maybe it's his last concert
I don't think that anybody knows
Did you remember
To check your real life at the door, please
Well I'm rereading our correspondence
From 2014
So I can drink like
I am 19 again
I'm the spirit of my former self
If just for this weekend

If I don't feel it when I
Descend upon the desert with you
Then I'll be wandering forever
Searching for some forgone happiness
I seem to have misplaced
Around when we turned 26 and

What is it about your eyes
Beneath those tortoise-shell frames
When you remove them and blink
So I can see
All of the years in between
How many times did we wake up to be
Somebody colder
Than when we'd gone to sleep

And I miss you
And there's no amount of MDMA
That can bring you back to me
That could bring back the day
I made you a bagel and egg
While you sat cross-legged
And had no other plans anyway

And I was never so sober
And the morning sunlight fell through my window
With such stark reality
Now the sun sets surreal and red
Backlit by mountains of stage sets
While these kids lust for blood and sex

And revel in the night
Taking harder drugs
Indifferent to our fight
We are not young here and
We have forgotten why we came
Well I don't want to see Frank
And I don't want to be drunk
Just want to fall apart in pieces
On the floor of your room