Juliet as Epithet

He said, "Death-wise, I wanna be cremated"
I said, "That sounds like something the Ramones-"
And then I hesitated
'Cause I can't think of anything but
The sorry way that he's been looking at me
And the turquoise Thunderbird parked outside
Sizing up Elizabeth Street

Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember
I forget

This tete-a-tete turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less

I call him "Wild Eyes", and just that once he called me "Juliet"
He showed me something sordid loading on his phone
From behind a mosquito net
So goddamn handsome he makes me anxious
He holds my hand through the sad advances
Why wouldn't he though?
I'm just the open secret no-one's ever gonna blow

Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
And when they hurt to remember
I forget
Haven't you heard?
I smother the chances I get
He rolls over in bed
"Are there many of them?"
I say, "You bet"

This tete-a-tete turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less
This tete-a-tete turned head-to-head
Now I think of you less and less and less