Crowd stale  wholesale

We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet
Wind shifts  I drift

To autumn  I tell Dom what I see
She laughs at me

Blast beat  we retreat

And it's a lonely street  the burden of circumvention
But fractions like us

Fill cities and flats and cul de sacs
So we yell over it and have a laugh

And it's a laughable scenario

Peripheral motion picture show
And I feel your eyes  and I stayed inside
But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice
Tonight's a blur

We meet
You scare me
See  I have met people from Maine and Athens
Georgia and Montreal
And I'm dead  lips red

Licking sugar  I smile at everyone

Formulated fun