toss_it_around raze we walk like we know where we're going we walk with spring in our step we walk like we're both the same person we walk until we collapse we run we run out of room run out of words run out of creative lies you dress like you're wrapping a present you groom like you're selling a car you talk to taste the movement of language hug strangers like you've known them forever where's the incidental music? what about glossy repartee? when we meet, there are supposed to be fireworks not bloodshot eyes & dry, cracked leaves i can't stand the sound of a rake scraping against the sidewalk 030911 ... mon it is only my everything 030912 what's it to you? who go blather from