sometimes at night
i watch the mice cross the kitchen floor
i used to think they came from the fireplace
but they come in under the pantry door
i get so close i can touch them all
on the nights i wait up for your call
the landlord asks if we’ve seen ‘em
she’ll set traps, but i just spring ‘em
my roommates say we should kill them all
but they’ll stay up with me
the nights you never call
on those nights you never call
2. “Tonight Was A Disaster”- I don’t believe he was talking about rowdy stadium crowds or busty, tan stalkers by any stretch of the imagination here. I have to believe that in the mind of a decidedly failed film major that all characters and situations are based on himself or humans that he admired but saw sickeningly flawed and base human characteristics that always got in the way of personal progress and happiness. This guy knows his demographic: dance parties, permiscuous sad people, and sweaters… I think they call them hipsters with bad internet connections and regional confinement to some weird place like Philadelphia… Yeah I said it: brotherly love is kind of homosexual in a Jesus styled execution of overt kindness
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