we get attached to what we think we know. go on defense when they expect a show. sit on the fence where we lament what the neighbors grow cause everything looks better and the grass is always greener in the afterglow. i got your postcard, i got your clothes. i’ve got your taste i’ve got your nose. i try my best to stay composed singing a song i wrote. i put some miles on that car. when i’m feeling sad i drive it far. and it doesn’t matter where you are when you don’t know where you are going, when you’re leaving, or what you’re looking for. you touch the ceiling, i touch my toes. whatever i’m feeling no one knows. it’s an empty building in my bones. everyone moved out awhile ago. in the afterglow.