oh, it's you again...

you're damn right i pulled my bill down all cocky lookin' and shit.
there's nothing like Public Enemy at 90 miles per hour with the top off on the freeway.

it was the first real summer night of 2010... and it's only May.
this is the only way i know how to leave a note à votre porte.

they're opening the books, Christopher

why can't i get to you
the way you get to me?


that's all i have so far, but it's the center. it's the core of the piece. i'll sing it one day, in front of people. i wonder if you'll be in the audience. i wonder if you'll ever know it was you.