you can hear the whistle blow, it says c'mon let's go
i like the part in the song where the horns blow real gently. i wish i knew someone a little bit better. i wish i'd fall apart so i'd have reason to leave my room and my life in a million pieces. i wish i was more certain about the choices i make. what am i doing and who am i? how can i define myself just like that. i'm so full of ennui, and extra special awareness is what keeps me more, well, alive. squeeze me with all of your might the way you'd throw your arm when bowling, only wrap the strenth and knock down all of my sensation except for me feeling your body up against mine, except for that. place me at the bottom, and i'd probably forgive you over.