t h e  n o m b e r s  g a m e


The picture had started to change, and though it seems it's for the better, I had to get away.
Still stuck in my brain is what every pause had yelled since last Saturday.
So I got on a train to wherever it's quiet and things have different names.
A brief communique stated mostly I'm still OK.

You stood there in front of me. We were the perfect dichotomy. So I made my play.
They say it's all in the numbers game, and I don't ask names.

No, I don't really want to explain. There's no half-hearted dream or passion to emulate.
I just had to escape, before my eyes decayed with what they see everyday.
Yet I only feel safe where the bands are all jangly, and things have familiar names.
A song called Dylan McKay always get's me moving back to somewhere, home I guess, that sweet and bitter place.

Now the signs are luminous once the river divided us: I just rode my wave, they say it's all in the numbers game.
And with you behind me, there's a slight epiphany: I just pave my way, cause I can only escape if I don't ask names.
Just wait, wait, wait.

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