i saw you in some city
i thought you were endearing
i wanted to
or lay in bed and listen to galaxie 500
i said all the things
acted strangely
looked down when i should have looked
where?
where are we?
thoughts of home are for ever
i don't want to go
so i'm here in this apartment listening to galaxie 500
cat scratched my hands and protested like a bratty privilege every time i tried to pick her up
i still think she's cute (the cat)