Pretend.

I'm going to be alone for a long time.

The realization is possibly more painful than the actual feat of doing it. I'm sure of it.

Familiarity never feels comforting... It's more of an alienating feeling than anything else. Familiarity links memories with people, places, thoughts, actions... And linking anything to something you've known before is never pleasant.

So turn the music down,

I'm tired of talking really loud;

I've got just one last thing to say...

Let's just drive across the country,

just drive me to the coast.

It's just that I'm sick of this,

sick of here,

sick of everyone and everything around.

Let's just start over new,

somewhere else

in a coastal city,

* s u c h * a * v i e w *