strange steps take us back

how anxious, anxious worry, after all this time; like no time's passed at all. i looked down into the grate between my feet, i saw the 6 flying underneath me, like i could have slid into it, flat on top, howling through the underground of our city. what would have been our city, what's now so full of ash that we sweat soot. i got my fortune told when i was 11, i was in copenhagen, she read my palm. she told me i would travel around the world. she wasn't wrong. but i think i traveled to all the wrong places, i fell in love with all the wrong cities, and all the wrong languages. you weren't wrong. that's a shame. it would be easier if you were wrong.