well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
this place is always such a mess
sometimes i think i'd like to watch it burn
i'm so alone, and i feel just like somebody else
man, i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
i think her death it must be killin' me

- the wallflowers

I'm continually amazed by people who can are able to resist the pressures of their environments so well.