They just sat there, a girl with a broken arm and a boy with a broken leg and stared at each other for a while.
After realizing the boy in the coffee shop was the guy in my 10th grade chemistry class who I tried to flirt with and got shot down by, I saw this moment as an opportunity to pay...
It's what we do.
We do it on a personal scale.
We do it on a global scale.
Eventually, I suspect we will do it on a universal scale.
We hang on to the status...
It's our policy, no child left behind
You can all go back, back to the end of the line
We're molding young minds to our standardized kind
The perfect design to conform and align
As the music played
Our favorite song
We were so close
That I could feel your heart beating
In my chest
We were united
One soul separated into bodies
At the surface...