20th Century Towers

We'll correct collegiate mistakes. A shower of formal ideals. Completely soused. The hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming, "oh, what a tragic way to see our final days."

I attempt to talk up the town: "the answers are in the arches of the 20th century towers and in comfortable cars in motion." and yet it still remains, this incessent refrain: "you're just like the rest. you restlessness makes you lazy."

Keeping busy is just wasting time and I've wasted what little he gave me. (all around) I know the conscious choice was crystal clear, to clear the slate of former years: when I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.