You and I, we share the quetest commute Me and my umbrella and your silent moves The bus is overcrowded, the trains were never built Though it may never be the quickest, its the route I choose I have nothing to do Ill sit and watch for you As the rain collects another afternoon The decay is nearly done Its the end of everyone Leave your passtimes for your livingroom Youre a growing presence in my ever shrinking universe Coasting into squirrel hill I share it with you I have so much to say Weve rambled on a winters worth of details The snow I quantify Were adding up two lives Too much of anything is wrong Too much of anything is wrong Youre the one that follows me for blocks I have seen your face in the windows of cars Youre the one that follows me for days I have seen your shadow, its a lost cause The neighborhood has closed I stumble home, diamonds on the sidewalk Another memory stoned You wont leave me alone Too much of anything is wrong Too much of anything is wrong
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