Done feeding, I leaned back. Head rested on the couch's top. Must leave the house soon. Mean gone, 'cause my Pops, he's hot. Grab my blue backpack. My walkman, grip my bicycle.
I've looked outside. But I've never wandered out. I'd like to pull you into me. Intercept you, in between. But I'll never walk without, outside. . Thatta way, outta the way.