Yes, it's true, everyone is more intriguing and adventurous than me, or at least they propose to be, which in some respects counts more than anything, stories are intimidating

And I'm monitoring the internet for human activity, because I feel abandoned

I called myself a sound engineer once, no, twice, I wonder what will happen because of that

I ran a red light, and I felt pretty bad about it, not because of the law but because I can't tolerate my own recklessness after my good luck knicking only skin

There is someone on my mind, and they won't come off, in an absence of sense, I look for them on beautiful empty rooftops, I make up silly lore for them in which I can worry about them, they won't come off

What am I doing? That's about the jist of it