Broad-Way.

I like to watch them smile,
when they pose,
in front of New York,
and all it's blinking lights.

That could be me,
stumbling out of Grand Central,
in baggy clothes,
and sunglasses.

Then I think,
That this could be me instead,
Surrounded by green walls,
and paperwork,
Clicking 'save',
and moving on.

Morning Came Too Late.

This late September,
I chased white cars,
While you hurt me,
in your sleep.

This late September,
I smoked your cigarettes,
When you never came,
and I waited anyway.

It's Quiet, But I'm Sure, There's Something Here.

Could you tell me when this summer expires,
So I can start preparing for winter?
Could you leave me a note,
When my love is dire,
So I won't care anymore?

I'm so scared of loving,
That being loved isn't fair,
When forevers don't last long enough,
And the hearts, they cease to care.

You're so insecure, you're stuck in your mind.
You're oh, so demure, you refuse to unwind.

But it's your delusions that need clearing,
That only reinforce,
The conviction that your loving,
Isn't needed anymore.

Do I see an infinite, when I look in your eyes?
Do I see an absolute, when you make me smile?
Don't hate me, cuz I'm crying,
I ain't that insecure.
Don't leave, cuz I'm trying,
Not to care anymore.