I used to write,
I used to write letters I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown.
In what ways does the suburban adolescent long for the reestablishment of the aura?
In the new Adolescent suburban mythos, the city center is wilderness. (In this regard, also Adventures in Babysitting)
