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