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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 experienceso many of them, wandering around, and not a one of themthat i can love more than i love myselfhaven't got the motivation to make myself opaqueso 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 31construction work on campus keeps disturbing the peacethe trees fall apart to a jackhammer-melody, but here in this american hellyeah, there's something to be said for all the excellent weatherand 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 topi'd see a harrowing depiction of the world i'm afraid ofso i sit and move from month to month and hope i've the luckto find some random-chance epiphany that tears this apartand i know so many people who would hastily absorball the talent and the love that i so thoughtlessly flauntif i could i'd let em have it. cause it would not make a differencewhen i'm haunted by the places i can't seem to leave From Letras Mania