ooh you could stay up here alone on the roof forever
you can see the freeway is stopped
and all the people wishing their lives were more than this moment
simply wishing they could open their car door and walk right out of their lives
your boss is downstairs waiting for you to come back so he can fire your ass but maybe it's something in the wind
maybe it's extentialism of the setting sun
but whatever it is, something in you has just raised up
in the most feriously beautiful way