Pair with Nightswimming by R.E.M.
“Stay in your swimlane,” he says, but I am sure he doesn’t mean that. I know just how to fix him. He doesn’t even have to ask because I have had that conversation with him a thousand times in my head. It can be difficult to see what to do in the middle of a situation, but to his luck, I have the benefit of an outside perspective. I don’t even know him that well, and that is bound to come in handy.
“Stay in your swimlane, goddammit,” he says as he butterfly-strokes me in the back of the head.