Making the most of an upward descent, your only escape is the metal to the roof… and yet the escape ends before the roof, so wires it is, hand over fist, Peter Parker on the wall, to grip and grab and grasp the edge and emerge scathed but skyward.
Magazine quality, men talking on the corner (French, no less)
Much less of them then us
So why do i feel like something’s been rearranged?
You know, taken out of context
I must seem so strange
- Ani Difranco - Fire Door