Charred schoolyard; older boy, we’re charmed, I’m sure. Canti wonder star. Canti wonder star. Fire man in a fire truck, red like his volatile temper at false alarms when he should be relieved as paper to not find this c…

I’ve felt this impossible a thousand times;
 like if I wasn’t me and you not you too,
 I could maybe say, “hi”, and you’d say “hey, you..” And maybe you’d mark me if I were famous,
 or prob’ly you already stay up in you…

I'm breaking stars in the street. It's always worse so late at night, when I can't stop thinking by taking pictures or screaming. I never used to feel like I had to, but since you took my hand and made me dance in that r…