Walking out in the nighttime springtime, needling my way home. I saw Leah on the bus a few months ago. I saw some old friends at her funeral. My steps keep splitting my grief through these solipsistic moods. I should call my parents when I think of them, I should tell my friends when I love them. Maybe I shoulda gone out a bit more when you guys were still in town. I got too caught up in my own shit, that’s how every outcome’s such a comedown.
Washing windows with Angelina. I don’t understand anything. Violent angles from side to side. How’d you get so tangled up in my life? How’d you get so caught? How’d you get so tangled up? I love you like it’s the old days, when I could ask you anything. How’d you get so tangled up in my thinking? How’d you get so caught. How’d you get so tangled up?