this drug's for you
isn't it weird the way a song can dig into your memory? the way a song can bring back a taste... a smell... every distinct detail of a scene, a day, even a year. the way it can make me feel a different temperature. it reminds me of summer. flowing clothes. early morning. muffin. flip flops. waking up. queen street. walking fast. checking myself out in the store windows. smiling at the familiar bums, and even familiar people. its weird the way i felt more connected to people downtown then i ever did in my scarborough neighbourhood. you get to know other people's schedules, and get concerned when you don't see these familiar strangers.
we're gonna make it on our own, don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you