looking glass

phoebe, we're not the same, but we think the same. its not contagious, but if you're willing to get the ball rolling, then im all in. its not the repeat. its not the uncontrollable vocal cords. its not the steps, the fingers, the squares or the knees. its the ticks. its the antics. its the thoughts, once you make up your mind then there's no turning back, you have to do it. i want to sit up on the old wooden cat walk with you, together we can look down upon the dull yellow lights and admire the green folding chairs.

listen to the teacher, do what you want. if that means jump, then just jump.