seems i'm always waiting for you. rib cages, duvets, and Orson Welles back lit. stood up straight and rang the crescent moon. breath stolen, breath stolen, breath stolen. i need someone as paranoid as i am. it's just after eight o'clock and where are you?nnnndid you ever just dream about someone's house? six blocks away, and still you feel nervous.nnnnmeet my mom.nnnnshe's the front row at a silent movie. i'm the boy with nosebleed seats to the symphony.nnnni found an early 20th century girl, straight off coke bottle ads and Fitzgerald stories. our story began at chapter eight. if you start in the middle, is it faster to the ending?