One night

Wandering home in the morning, abnormally warm, and I sang as I always do. As much as I'm not meant to think of it, I know I will be leaving soon.

"Left a good drug on my tongue, and I know I should write about the dizziness."

Running into Roomie, and god he is so contrary, arguing with me for the sake of disagreeing. I know how brilliant he is, and how adverse to compliments. And how much he reminds me of another person, who feels contrary because he is afraid of what agreement might mean.

"But I can't do that, can't do, I gotta keep my good composure, and swallow everything I want to say."

And the lights waved over my head from the top of the tower, my night was like any other.

"I'd take away the acid if I thought you'd understand."