Crowd stale, wholesale
We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet
Wind shifts, I drift
To autumn. I tell dom what I see
She laughs at me

Blast beat, we retreat
And it's a lonely street, the burden of circumvention
But fractions, like us
Fill cities and flats and cul-de-sacs
So we yell over it and have a laugh

And it's a laughable scenario
Peripheral motion picture show
And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside
But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice
Tonight's a blur

We meet
You scare me
See, I have met people from maine and athens
georgia and montreal
And I'm dead, lips red
Licking sugar, I smile at everyone
Formulated fun