All this waiting at the subway stations, i oftened listened to the prettiest sounds. this combined with riding out above ground, it can make for a bad mix of wishful thinking. and all the ways the city stays in tact, i find the will to come undone is lost. some will breathe in style knowing they've got something other want. but i don't want to hear when the family talks down to me. i just want to hear a certain voice that comforts me. i was seven for a day but i found it hard to breathe with the lungs that i got now. i was a child for a year and in that year i found all these people are obsessed with one another. all my friends are getting cancer and there's not a damn thing i can do about it now. but i still find that every single piece of you is beautiful but there's nothing i can do about that now. but oh, how are things? i've got some friends in shady places but i'm also one. we all arrive the same ways. oh, that sound was great. how can i ever get it back again? but nothing really matters if nothing ever happens. all this will implode. i just want to sing some songs that make people feel like they're in love. although really it is simply a combination of vivid colors and sounds that somehow mate and create this insipid tract of feeling alone. i feel it, too. we are growing bored with our lives as time slows to a crawl. dancer, what was that you whispered in my ear? it brought chills to my sudden lack of spine. i've had too much to drink tonight and a bit too much to smoke and now, all that i can muster is, oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no