We were all asleep standing. nothing much around here is so demanding. we gathered round the floor without a reason, we know nothing changes, this is our station, i saw you there, you were in the shit. i saw you dance, you pulled out if it. It was in unison to face a wall, it is to anticipate some kind of last call, to weight down your body with other bodies. there is a habit about your anatomy. there is something deadening about finding the same means; the same difference is a laughable way to be. i will not allow this city to define me, i will not allow this floor to speak of me. We are still alive, dancing with the dead, nine to five is the way we cry and i see beauty in your eyes. Music caused and ear to ear and you should live here, more often instead of in your books. a real bed and its covers. i want to lay down, i want to close my eyes, and find the perfect sleep. I got home, i emptied my pockets of receipts from weeks driving. i found your place as secure-- headlocked.