2008 - Fred Thomas

That brutal unreciprocated wave to a stranger

You thought would know you

All of those first week mistakes that you’ve already made

They’re culminating in another year

That you spend curled up in a ball proclaiming

«OH MY GOD, I HATE IT HERE!»

But God already knows you hate it here

And you were sad before you got here

And you’ll be sad when you move on

You’ll be sad that they don’t miss you when you’re gone

But there’s no shame in wanting a place

Where everything feels good

Who wouldn’t want to live there if they could?

2008 — an era of pointless boys in putrid sea foam V-necks

I wanted to hate but I was much the same

Spiritually broke, my Bridge Card revoked

When I got a job working in the basement of Amer.

Appar

They had to take my picture there to see if I could get hired

Before I got hired

Before I got hired

When everything is paper thin you just have to adapt

You learn how to breathe slowly and move on fast

But you won’t be blamed for wanting a place

Where you feel understood

Who wouldn’t try to find that if they could?