leaving i am always leaving rule #1 whatever happens do not leave your leather jacket on the bus

i get it, okay/ your need for motion is about the leaving/ to keep in constant contact with that vantage point/ the one where you are always facing the door/ the alone the dead the drowned the ones who are dead and you don’t care you are indifferent to people you do not know which makes it difficult to know good people — new people — it’s a dead weight tied all around the lyric like an anvil and it will pull you down because the truth is that you were living at the edges anyway and billy had to throw you your cowboy hat from the hotel window because you had forgotten it and had to make that train back to key west and you had to be at the transbay terminal in ten minutes and i want my cowboy hat back billy went and got it and threw it out the window, we are all being thrown out the window, and i can’t believe i brought that stupid hat to san francisco and then i would end up staying at the gotham with chuck/ i told you it was about movement so then i moved to 729 Jones where i lived in #329 until a top floor opened up and moved to #503/ and then i saw chuck was driving a cab in the tenderloin/ and chuck and i could have done what chuck wanted to do but this was definitely the life and i am thinking the tenderloin is going to be a bitch to survive i was right i moved around a lot/ fritz would say leaved the group and go run down the beach and i would barefoot with the surf pounding vengeance at my feet moving in the dark filling my lungs with that kelp smell of the pacific and losing yourself to the darkbloodbigsur of the water pulls at you into a direction of the tide but i just kept running because i could/