Spent the afternoon filling out "assessments" for my former self. Paying penalties in retrospect. Clearing myself for the leap.A few rotations of the Earth and I'm already at a loss. Shaking hands and beating hearts, neither will stop. The narcoleptic and the city that never sleeps. Who knew such a perfect match existed. So turn your umbrella upside down to catch the rain, because it could be the last drop of faith you'll have.
I'm fully clothed and strapped with confidence, but they only want undressed and defenseless. I'm always wrong for the part, and right for the whole.
AnyExcuseToStayAwakeWithYou
