A name in your recollection
Down among a million, say:

Just another face, a quiet dream, a child who falls asleep on the arm of its mother while riding on the bus.

I'm listening to doors open and close and decisions are being made behind shut eyes and impatient words. I'm clawing for a mirror now to reflect the choices again.

Her looks me up and down
Like he knows what time it is
Like he has my number
Like he thinks it's his...

Yeah. Fucking hell. That's a good way of putting it. I should have said slow a long time ago, and now I try to save a drowning couple before they break apart in the waves.

I hate the life preserver fucking instinct.

She a punk who rarely ever took advice...

Christ, color me hopeless or something. Love is one of those things you feel until you can't try to save someone anymore, and then you try again.

I just want him to be happy, and I'm afraid that him trying to fit my ideal isn't going to work...

Must have been midafternoon
I could tell
By how far
The child's shadow stretched out...

Slide.