(Like a mathematician watching moths by a gas station lamp post) no happenstance, us being here beneath the lamps. you mistake this outpost for the moon i come to plot the trajectory of your error. its that simple. and yet, night after night i still know more of matchsmoke then of how you go. its the approximations that get me- id say loneliness is about 7 out of 10. maybe a little higher after the rain. well, you know about the rain. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/plumwife">Read more on Last.fm</a>. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.