The Greater Boston Area

You take me light years away
Suspended, floating in space
Two stars fill my view
This binary system has transfixed me to the well of you

I'm twisted but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm sinking but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm freezing but I'm fine...AAH!
I'd blur out but I'm fine...

You tick me off like a list
Make me carry all I've missed
Lost at night in a parking lot
You stole my car and took it far from our usual spot

I'm flummoxed but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm stranded but I'm fine...AAH!
You're leaving but I'm fine...AAH!
You won't read me because I'm fine...

Horsing around at the comics store
Forcing a crowd to listen to this song
Eating outdated music like moldy fruit
Still hitting target I don't shoot

I'm not fine but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm not fine but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm not fine but I'm fine...AAH!
I'm not fine. I'm not fine.

Sick/Well

Don't let the trash build up

Don't let the laundry fall behind

Don't sleep too little or too much

Don't underestimate your time

Don't for a second think you're not worth a call back home or a space in line

You've got a future of your own and you'll be fine

Garrison

I can see the headlights
Shining in my rear view
You're still gonna pass me
Just wanna be near you
I can hear you singing
I can hear you swearing
I can taste your last gasp
So long, thanks for caring

Is this all we'll ever be
Passing ships in the night
Flashing neon lights fading fast
We close our eyes and try to see
Hands entangled in the dark
Parking cars we'd rather crash
Starting fires with tomorrow's trash
Feels like the only thing that lasts
Are our pictures of the past
It's our addiction
A perfect fiction