Probably in a Notebook

Hopped on the train the other day on route to Penn, transfer at Jamaica

I observed strangers as they were looking through the glass that separates the waiting room from the platform looking on

I always seem to find some obscure beauty in my life on days that I feel less alive

And on the train ride home I was staring out the window, and it only goes to show
Don’t you hate to be alone? It’s only what we tell ourselves
Cause when I got on the train myself, I was hoping to sit next to no one else

So I just clenched and faked a smile

You took the car out for a ride, you were gone for quite a while

Time enough for me to hide, I took the bus out of this town far enough until I was safe

I never meant to let you down, I hated that look upon your face

Spend your nights wasting time,kissing every boy in line

I know where I spend mine, Goddamnit on repeat, singing every word in awe
One line stuck: “You were the last good thing I ever saw”

When I got home, I couldn’t find closure in that note