Turn Back Around Paroles

The pages of letters and books.

Between cash cards and essays

And worrying looks.



I am forever between landmarks

And days full of luck,

And missing my chances to

Just give it up.



Between cameras I'm frowning
As I turn back around.



I am forever between cities,

A push and a shove,

The sleevenotes of records,

And dancefloors, and love.