It’s time to say goodbye to moments we already knew where going to leave for they put on their coats, hats and stood on the doormats that permitted them to wear their shoes indoors without getting yelled at by a mother upstairs who was much to concerned with the appearance of the house for guests that would never arrive, least drive the block of this old country town inside Jumbled America where the state lines are clear and divide me from cities on the coast from suburbs dispersed like a dart board that’s filled with attempts from a drunk while we all sit on couches and watch the same things on TV and I’ll never move away cause everything is a clone and the people that you meet will be seen in a stranger you run into in Cleveland, Atlanta, or Long Beach wearing the same the shirt she wore except this one won’t have the stain from when you spilt ice cream on her when you made her laugh so hard with a joke you can’t remember for the life of you.

So maybe that’s reason worth staying in the world
And maybe I can live without speaking another word
And maybe you’re perfect but I bet it’s just the idea
And maybe I am scatterbrained and I don’t know what’s real
And maybe these are the best times just hidden in disguise
And maybe these are the worst ones so clear to the eye
And maybe there’s a word to describe how I feel
Maybe the word’s just “sad” and I exaggerate the ordeal

And we all wave goodbye as they pull out of the driveway and toot on their horns once with a smile that’s as fake as a card from the pharmacy store.