i miss you when it’s cold at night in the city when i think of how you stood behind me with your arms out right behind me. and there are several achy places downtown that the 21 bus takes me right by and those memories come and find me. don’t we learn nothing? why can’t we work it out? we can make something outta nothing. a little more honest, a little less brutal. life is never like those songs or movies that we all love and all dream about. but talking to the mirror i see something like a tiny glimpse of what you saw in me before you knew who i really was.