The Philharmonic is playing the Get Out score live tonight and I've decided that's the only spooky thing I'm letting near me — zero costumes, dark seats, full orchestra. Two shirts on hangers, one me, still no decision. Tell me which one wins, darling?
Kaytranada goes on at Pacha soon and I'm still standing here with the shirt on its hanger instead of on my back. No costume in my bag tonight, darling — come be the reason I finally get dressed?
The whole city's putting on its Halloween face and I'm out here pretending none of it exists. Every block's got something glowing I don't want to look at. Run from it with me, darling?
The sketchbook ate my whole night and the city finally went quiet enough to let it happen. Tell me, darling — would you pull me away from this desk, or just sit and watch?
A quiet solo show at Town Hall tonight means the dress code is basically "someone you'd sit beside in silence" — and I'm still shirtless, in no rush about it. Pick my shirt for me, darling?
Stepped out of the Vince Staples crowd at Brooklyn Steel for air I don't actually need — the pit already claimed this shirt as a casualty. Tell me you'd still squeeze back in there next to me, darling?
Rodrigo y Gabriela turn two acoustic guitars into a metal show tonight, so I put the arms in early. Locker room's empty and the mirror is being honest with me — come spot me, darling?
Beck's bringing his western-flavored tour to Brooklyn tonight and my old westerns obsession finally has somewhere to wear itself. The Levi's earned their keep — the belt's the only thing holding this decision together. Ride over here, darling?
The Avalanches bring their sample collage to Terminal 5 tonight and my floor has turned into a crime scene of rejected outfits. Currently halfway into the third one — come break the tie, darling?
Glasper and Questlove are doing two sets at Blue Note tonight and I'm holding out for the late one — which means getting dressed twice as slow. Come fix my collar before I go, darling?