construction zone outside my window i fell out of bed again i m getting used to it but you wept you said i tasted like pain to you i think that it s just a mood but i hope it starts leaving soon like i do like i do like i do like i do like i do like i do so i left then too i slept in a parking lot used to feel dangerous now it s just sad stories you tell to them memories of fallen men ball steps and pirouettes and i hadn t met you yet s it s not true it s not true it s not true it s not true it s not true it s not true me i still don t know a broken down but faithful radio a dopplering dropped slur from a car window the sun on the ground but you i do raised red flags and charm and all i bet you taste like my manias bet i don t want to find out but i do but i do but i do but i do but i do but i do  so i folded and i fell like an actor then performing a narrative dressing undressing it is this how it s always been don t know what the problem is people abandoning you without cause and you think that i won t lonely looking young and vulnerable i bet you taste like my lowest lows bet i don t ever want to know but i do but i do but i do but i do but i do