Soft shoes
Out of practice
Irregular set of expectations
Believe in poetry, why not
Strum a guitar like it's living
Who's looking at you and who isn't
Nobody knows you here and nobody wants to
You're just another man riding on the night bus
A backpack with candy and shoes you wear to nice places
Make a girl appear if you can't meet one in real life
Good advice sits in you and rots away before it ever gets used
How late are you going to stay up tonight, or will it be morning?
Figure out where this bus is going to take you before you get there already
Why don't you try going someplace for once instead of just winding up someplace
One day you'll wake up and find yourself in a very unpleasant neighborhood
Looking cute with your backpack full of candy and your nice shoes
How much luck do you think you have left in you?
Stop after stop you keep getting up and sitting down
Looking back at the last stop, second guessing
And everybody here has a plan but you
Loved ones that they're going home to
People who are waiting for them
Who's waiting for you, huh?
Just stay right here
The bus will stop
By itself
Eventually
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