I understand that relationships change and people move on, but the direction you're heading in is quite a confusing one. Now I hang out with Pete and Repeat, haunting four blocks of Northwest 14th street. Is there too much caffeine in my bloodstream, a lack of real spice in my life? I keep expecting to see people I know in windows of dim rooms. All I see is the TV blue glow in windows of dim rooms. Do I have to keep the whole neighborhood awake, walking around for walking around's sake? Scouring streets under waning moon, walking around to avoid my room. I can't shake ghosts in the doorways. I can't shake sounds and smells. The porch lights aren't on, all my friends are gone...