You said I was escaping.
I said I left you to see Hartford.
You said I was just making excuses.
I said well, you’ve never been to Hartford, have you?
You said Hartford isn’t going anywhere.
I said neither are you, and that should have been the end of it, but
you said something else,
something unclever,
and I let you have it
so you thought you’d won.
Hartford made me miss Pawtucket, but I never once thought of you.
