back on the east coast
it's not that people are different here
i'm just more willing to notice
saturday night
a girl asks me what i do for a living
what do you call this, i ask
blank stare, half smile, no words
i can't help but think...
maybe you're right
will work for food
is that what she was looking for?
if life has become too complex
if drawing that line is no longer possible
is it ok with you if we stay alive for a while longer?
i can change
to care is not to understand
i care very much about living
my bag is full of pencils
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