i sat by the open window and the shins played

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.

i don't like leaving. don't like changing. don't like it.

and i cried right there next to the street.

did anyone wonder why that girl was crying in the window? nightime and everyone talking and laughing except for one girl staring out at the alley and the lights and the faces...

why can't things be all good or all bad? then my life could be simple and boring.