i miss hot dogs and the avenue of the americas down by where bleeker meets me halfway and you and how i can still smell you on my sheets and my yawning breath in the breaking morning light sometimes and even now in the dark desert and despite the lyrics and time zones i never meant to put between us but then they were there and you were not where i'd left you on 6th avenue in the summer of '06 waiting for hot dogs and relishing me still. like you used to.