Worried

I'm staring out the window
like if I stare hard enough
I'll get an answer

between the grass
the parking lot
and nineteenth avanue
is everything

everything
in the way

I'm just too damn awake
to see

So I smile
So I play this off
So I pretend

everyone believes me
my facade
my mask
this reality

I listen closely as everything
I have loved

runs in different directions