that summer stood as still as a corpse, and when i found my way out,
everybody was gone. at a lonely jersey college, no one really exists.
they're all stuck inside mirages of the college experience
so many of them, wandering around, and not a one of them
that i can love more than i love myself
haven't got the motivation to make myself opaque
so i'll take my time and write what i've got no right to say at all.
"you should've seen it coming."
october came like any old month. it paints in watercolors til we pass 31
construction work on campus keeps disturbing the peace
the trees fall apart to a jackhammer-melody, but here in this american hell
yeah, there's something to be said for all the excellent weather
and i realize i'm almost out of time to be young.
you should have seen it coming.
i could put it in perspective, but when i reach the top
i'd see a harrowing depiction of the world i'm afraid of
so i sit and move from month to month and hope i've the luck
to find some random-chance epiphany that tears this apart
and i know so many people who would hastily absorb
all the talent and the love that i so thoughtlessly flaunt
if i could i'd let em have it. cause it would not make a difference
when i'm haunted by the places i can't seem to leave