like you
thought i was better & smarter, too
a runaway, a-la-Orange County
but then I missed everyone
or just the angle of the sun

we age & we pretend
that things can last forever
oh, the silly pacing games
of cage-mad wild animals

i’m always quenched
just before i thirst again
i guess it’s silly, isn’t it?
to think i’ll ever have
a first, again