The moon hung over most of San Francisco.nWhat a big dumb disco ball it really is.nStealing sun from Egypt and Australia,nAnd I wonder what it looks like where you live.nnYou always said you hated San Francisco,nWith all the fucking flowers in the hair.nWell I sort of hate it too but I wouldve stayed for you in San Francisco.nnWaving through a window at some rock show down in Jersey.nIt felt as stupid and romantic as it sounds.nStill seems like the first I'd ever seen you.nBut you were so familiar it's like you'd always been around.nYou said I sort of sung you to the west coastnBut I wonder sometimes who the siren is.nEither way the long drive back to woodbridge was as beautiful and sad and dangerous as the sea.nnYou always said you hated San Francisco,nWith all the fucking flowers in the hair.nWell I sort of hate it too but I wouldve stayed for you in San Francisco.nnAnd when we met your family I knew you were wholenAnd I knew I was going to go I should have known I should have known.nnI never did love you the way I wanted.nYou didnt let me, or maybe I was scared.nIt could be we're just good at being haunted.nIt was sweet and it was sad, the haunting that was shared in San Francisco.nSan Francisco.nIn San Francisco.nSan Francisco.