"i have affection imprinted deep inside my head. its why am always on the verge of love or giving up." in the words of a hero

all i've got in this world is a match and a madness, a list of escuses, and a head full of problems. i've got good news for people who love bad news. we were born in the flame of this riot on an empty street. you blend in with the pavement when i see you walking away. face down in the gravel i address my periphery like your letters. i marked 'em return to sender. only want to see what i've got to see. left side; mailboxes like giants lined along the curb. seems like a good place to rest my head, while i wonder where you're resting yours. right side. cars parked colored black, blue, yellow. liar. license plates and places i don't recognize. they don't remind me of home, but don't remind me. street signs and addresses aren't calling my name. they operate me, they remind me. stand up turn right. the number 3 followed by zero i know where i am. where are you. front doors always locked. get inside up the stairs. the wallpaper is red and white. the carpet is expensive, the laundry chute is noisey. five rooms. you and me are in every one. i pull out my list of memories/escuses in the dark, it lands at your feet. blue eyed, black smudged inside. the single heartbeat in this town whose palpitations keep me up at night.

peel me off the pavement, you've defeated me senseless.

if scaring is the only way to get you to me, i'll do it.
it won't be hard.