this world could have been so many things and so could i is this resignation right don t show my teeth don t call that phone a mechanical fantasy come to life bright pink again and again riding his bike in the rain long coat flowing out behind him and you sing i think i ll move back to the country well you won t you ll get a job at the mall and maybe i won t get a job at all i like to think it could bring me back if i lie facedown on the couch for long enough spaced out pumped full of dilaudid again i could still feel as much as i like to think i used to feel then but in truth i never felt that much and it s just the first twenty five or so spring days of the year that bring me back there now and then it s gone