take me away to some place real

pack it up boys we've made a social blunder

let's run that again

one more time normal style

I'm going to become a statistic

further proof god is out to get me

it's because I tore my acl senior year

I couldn't do it for religious reasons

my ex took my talent in the divorce

to watch the year repeat its days.

It is as if I could dip my hand down

into time and scoop up

blue and green lozenges of April heat

a year ago in another country.

I can feel that other day running underneath this one

like an old videotape—here we go fast around the last corner

up the hill to his house, shadows

of limes and roses blowing in the car window

and music spraying from the radio and him

singing and touching my left hand to his lips.

— "I'd like to imagine that she's in a beautiful land, somewhere far away. She finds a small town to call home. Safe from the danger of the Black Hand. And it is here, at last that she finds peace. That she finally finds happiness."

If you see frat!kuna, bull!toji, plug!choso, ceo!nanami, bffs!geto + gojo chasing after me, don't save me. I don't want to be saved!