an illustration of loneliness sleepless in new york

Courtney Barnett

I lie awake at four, staring at the wall
Counting all the cracks backwards in my best french
Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery
All about palmistry I wonder what s in store for me

I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms
And the cracks are representative of what is going on
I lose a breath... my love-line seems entwined with death

I m thinking of you too

I lie awake at three staring at the ceiling
It s kind of off-white... maybe it s a cream
There s oily residue seepping from the kitchen
It s art-deco necromantic chic
All the dinner plates are kitsch with
Irish wolf hounds
French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks
I think I m hungry

I m thinking of you too

I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too

Wondering what you re doing what you re listening to
Which quarter of the moon you re viewing from your bedroom
Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies
Swimming at the pool... I m thinking of you too

I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too
I m thinking of you too