The Last Five Years Page #2

And the point is, Jamie

That you can't spend

a single day that's not about

You and you and nothing but you

"Mahvelous" novelist, you

Isn't he wonderful? Just 28

The savior of writing

You and you and nothing but you

Miles and piles of you

Pushing through windows

and bursting through walls

En route to the sky

And I

I swear to God I'll never understand

How you can stand there

straight and tall

And see I'm crying

And not do anything at all

Yeah, hello?

Yeah, this is Jamie Wellerstein.

Oh, OK.

Sure.

Wait, who? Who told you?

Wait, wait, you...

you read my manuscript?

But how did you...

Oh, oh, yeah, Professor Adler.

No, no, no, no, that's... that's great!

That's... that's... That's really...

It's a second draft, you know.

It's... it's a work in progress,

it's getting there, though.

I'm sorry, who... Random House read it?

Oh, my... that's...

That's great. That's... Holy sh*t!

I'm sorry... that's...

no, no, no, no, no!

No, no. No.

OK. Yes. Yes.

Yes, I'm 23. I'm...

No, I didn't finish,

but whatever. That's...

Yes, I can meet you. New York.

Yes, I'm in New York. Yeah, I live here.

OK. Yes. I mean, I can come today.

Great. Great. Great. Great. Great.

Oh, my God. OK.

Yes, I will see you there. I am so...

...so looking... looking forward

to meeting you, Ms. Whitfield.

OK. OK. OK, Linda.

We're like friends, Linda.

Uh, OK, great. That's... that's fine.

OK, bye.

What?!

Hi.

Hey, so I was thinking

about what you said.

- Let's move in together.

- Really?!

- Jamie, what happened?

- I'll tell you later, all right?

Just find an apartment, and I love you.

I... Jamie... Jamie, wait!

Did I just hear an alarm start ringing?

Did I see sirens go flying past?

Though I don't know

what tomorrow's bringing

I've got a singular impression

Things are moving too fast

I'm gliding smooth as a figure skater

I'm riding hot as a rocket blast

I just expected it ten years later

I've got a singular impression

Things are moving too fast

And you say "Oh, no, step on the brakes

Do whatever it takes,

but stop this train

Slow, slow, the light's turning red"

But I say "No, no,

Whatever I do I barrel on through

and I don't complain"

No matter what I try

I'm flying full speed ahead

I'm never worried to walk the wire

I won't do anything just half-assed

But with the stakes

getting somewhat higher

I've got a singular impression

That things are moving too fast

I found a woman I love

And I found an agent who loves me

He's like a young Jonathan Franzen.

Things might get bumpy

But some people analyze every detail

Some people stall

when they can't see the trail

Some people freeze out of fear

that they'll fail

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