[Instrumental intro] Through the door. Sit down. Nothing coming in from outside for a little while. Only me and my thoughts. They don’t line up. They turn in small circles, then one skips ahead. Another follows, not quite the same step. Me and my thoughts, my thoughts and me, moving together, not quite in time. [Instrumental break] Yesterday again: what I could’ve done another way, what piled up on me, where I got tangled. Some thoughts climb to my throat. I feel them there. Then let them sink back down. Me and my thoughts, my thoughts and me, moving together, not quite in time. [Instrumental break] Lean back. Look up at a piece of blue. The phone stays where it is. I make a plan for tomorrow— just the next thing, and the thing after that. Me and my thoughts. Are we together? Are we separate? We keep changing places. A little longer. I don’t check the time. I’ll get up in a minute. We’ll see. Me and my thoughts, my thoughts and me, moving together, not quite in time. [Instrumental outro]
