it was good

good to see you again

good to meet your girlfriend

I'll try not to wonder where you are

when you go outside to kiss her

in the front seat of your car



it is good

good to be back home

how I missed this time zone

strangers are exciting

their mystery never ends

but there's nothing like looking at your own history

in the faces of your friends



and it's bad

to have eyes like neon signs

flashing open open open

open open open open open

open all the time

and it's bad

that I wrapped you in a fantasy

and I carry you with me

but lately it seems like everybody's

joined at the hip

and I'm still fancy

I'm so fancy

fancy free



sometimes the beauty is easy

sometimes you don't have to try at all

sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake

sometimes there's poetry written right

on the bathroom wall



and it's bad

that I took that second look

I guess I'm an open book

you know I didn't really intend

to embrace you that long

but then again I wasn't the only one

holding on