maybe i’ve forgotten every name and the address of everyone i’ve ever known, but there’s nothing i regret…
save it for another day. it’s the school exam and the kids have run away.
i would like a place i could call my own. have a conversation on the telephone. wake up everyday, that would be a start. i would not complain about my wounded heart. i was upset you see, almost all the time. you used to be a stranger. now you are mine.
SN: i listened to this song A LOT in college for some reason. to the point where now all i see when i listen to it, is the 101 freeway in Ventura on my way to campus, sunny and smelling oranges. i kid you not. and it’s grand.