evidence of a vague and washed up kind of moment
you sat there on the cement like you had no where to go but to wait for me who had places to go but stopped to see stooping down solo and across to where the street met the sidewalk yeah you know that crevice that place where i met that person who had that thing and after that life just started to crumble or something so the street this place is where i am no that's you anyways i stare at that crevice stare right at it until it splits apart splits so much that my right foot starts hoppin' right up over that crack so i don't fall through and now my whole body's hoppin' hoppin' just to stay alive or is that you