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Walking through New Haven,
Meeting the life I’d have a chance at
If I half paid attention, if I didn’t sleep.
You stop down the sidewalk,
Picking up calls and disconnections.
You’re listening but you don’t talk, you look at me.
And you just can’t speak.
I guess that I’m feeling selfish.
I know that it’s gone, but I’m not there.
Sometimes I don’t wanna care.
It’s just a place I used to sleep,
Let it burn without me.
Between the silence on the ride down
We’ll try to laugh about our lives now.
All I can do is try to forget this.