Wednesday, January 05, 2005

This bit o song blurb isn't aimed at anyone. And if it is aimed at anyone, it's Jen, but waaaay more toward the "wow, what a key point in my life" sense.

smeared black ink
your palms are sweaty
and i'm barely listening
to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering
what's buried underneath where i am

where i am

wear my badge
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adherent to my chest
tells your new friends
i am a visitor here
i am not permanent
the only thing
keeping me dry is where i am

you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving
why i was the one worth leaving

     The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

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