I understand that relationships change and people move on,
but the direction you're heading in is quite a confusing one.
Now I hang out with Pete and Repeat,
haunting four blocks of Northwest 14th street.
Is there too much caffeine in my bloodstream,
a lack of real spice in my life?
I keep expecting to see people
I know in windows of dim rooms.
All I see is the TV blue glow in windows of dim rooms.
Do I have to keep the whole neighborhood awake,
walking around for walking around's sake?
Scouring streets under waning moon,
walking around to avoid my room.
I can't shake ghosts in the doorways.
I can't shake sounds and smells.
The porch lights aren't on, all my friends are gone...