I knew I was worse then than what I thought I was
Plastic flowers in bloom and the sound of soccer
Men bonding ten shades of shy
In lost lines I go walking
Back and forth between loss and worth
What worth are we to one another talking
What worth are we in words
I am not worried or certain, because this is not my life
This is just the dust before the fall and the rise
It's hopeless being so focused
I was better off then than I what I knew
Better stray than in such close proximity to the blue
One step removed
I thought I drew well
Until I drew you
I was better off then than the best of you
Plastic flowers in bloom
That's how I knew
The city in the summer
Is like a machine
It turns you til your essence is gone
Keeps moving after the feeling is gone
You could find yourself under a rock or table gone
With all the lost lines
Poetry of the cemetery
Secret societies and false memories
Of the summer's dawns you never saw
You said you saw
Streets move in time with our minds
Only I see it this way because I am a stray
Only I said it so I gave it the life of day
I am a stranger in danger
I feel more close to home away
Everybody is running after the wrong one
Strong feelings for wrong people
It's all the strange wild ways of the unfamiliar forces

Strange things
Are strangers
Other people's people
Until they're familiar and unappealing
The pace slows
The range it narrows
The other people become realer and you become further away
A solitary revealing
Moves the meaning of the streets we live on
It's a strange range of normal to be
Is it normal to feel in facts
To deal in doubt
I doubt the words are worth what they were
What worth on earth are we
What worth on earth are the words
Chinese history could tell you that
But anyone could tell you that
The Strange Danger is suddenly gone
The streets become moving time machines
Of minds gone by
Making one step removed memories
Of this crying, laugh of a life
Daily Distance, the cause is typical
They say history has a historical way of repeating
Karma comes back again to fix us
These are the danger days
So wrapped in far aways
And other people's secret societies

Rows of fathers in parked cars
Away from new children
And lightly married wives
These are the other people's lives
Strangers in danger
You begin to imagine yourself
In cold doorways like a lost girl
grown up on the wrong side of safe
You could find yourself under a rock or a table gone
The sound of soccer again is on
Public secrets play in windows
Men in parked cars drive on
Bars get fuller and streets grow long
What's your worth in words?
What worth on earth are the words?
What's an unworn idea worth?
What's an unspoken idea if it's unwoken?
What worth do you unearth with the way of your words?