I hope I moved out I'm dating a boy I threw a pen at 10 years ago And I want to punch and kiss him I might get a job I like for very little pay or a job I dislike for a lot pay And nothing is permanent or stable or routine And I cry all the time But it's much better crying I'm afraid not resigned And that leaves room for possibilities I'll probably have to move downtown And the boy will move across the pond He's afraid too I feel like we're huddling each other on a diving board It's odd This will require so much denial I hope this helps us do better I want this to be helpful It will be I hope |