There's a time and place for everything.
I am sitting at the kitchen table, drinking an incredibly sweet iced coffee loaded with peppermint extract, reading. Suddenly, I stop and just look up for a second. I wanted to scream until someone comes through the back door. I can feel it in my mouth, rolling around like a piece of candy I desperately want to spit out.
Having a good time, working and going into the city when I can. Getting ready to jump into something that could lead to nothing.
Why can't I go into Greenwich Village without thinking of you, you bastard? I only think of you when I pass boys in corduroy and scruff. I need to get back to Central Park, on the East side.
If I decided to just up and leave, where would I go?
I always wanted to go to the mid-west.
Having a good time, working and going into the city when I can. Getting ready to jump into something that could lead to nothing.
Why can't I go into Greenwich Village without thinking of you, you bastard? I only think of you when I pass boys in corduroy and scruff. I need to get back to Central Park, on the East side.
If I decided to just up and leave, where would I go?
I always wanted to go to the mid-west.