If we could flee the scene
Sometime before 2:30
Then just meet me at the bus stop at about 3
I will be there waiting
Wearing goofy glasses
Wearing out the windshield
Staring down the street

Getting off
When I'm getting on
There's no getting off
You look so soft

You all will miss me when I'm gone

But if the batteries all died
In just another instance
Then I'd talk nonsense
To be inconsistent
Don't look
Please don't do this
Cuz I don't really want to

So mesmerized
Staring at two feet
Looking with two eyes
There goes your dreams
But all you need to know
Is how much are you like me?
So embarrassing
So utterly disgusting
That a full blown man
Could have no concept of time
And no sense of direction