Testo Theories On Relativity By David Nichols By Glocca Morra

Hey.
I don't like your friends.
I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to wake up in a new era pulled from the middle.
Days replacing weeks.
Months in my own bed, on the L train, in the same day.
I'll see you tonight.
Make you less refined. I'm so happy I could die.
Hey.
Don't look so down.
Just look around.
You were right.