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So where is the line between what is and what you want? I don't know. I'll find it someday. I went up to the park way up Johnson Creek on Tuesday to have a solo picnic. It was very contentedly lonely. It was cold. Sunset. It was raining downtown. That was cool to see. It was cool to see the river, too. I just love to see the sun shining on the rain from far away. The colors are so pretty. Underoath is in nine days. That'll be cool. The election is 11. I'm ready for it to be over. I'm ready for a lot to be over, really. How about I just go and spend the rest of my life with Callie! That's a little too idealistic for reality though. I'll see her this winter. This Christmas time. So where do reality and everything you want come together? I found out I don't know. Or was where I thought a substitute for what I really need and want all in one? Upon failure, I realized that Concord is where I need to be.
So pace the stairs to your apartment. Like that's where you want to be.
Everything's gone like it was the same again since yesterday.
And everything you wanted was lost in the process of life.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
I thought this was all that I needed but it was cold before the sun went down.
Stars lead the way home then the sidewalks ending
And I don't recall why we're still pretending
So pace the stairs to your apartment. Like that's where you want to be.
Everything's gone like it was the same again since yesterday.
And everything you wanted was lost in the process of life.
Where did you go? Where did you go?
I thought this was all that I needed but it was cold before the sun went down.
Stars lead the way home then the sidewalks ending
And I don't recall why we're still pretending