You Wear It Secondhand

Take the same walk everyday up to the north end, down on to the sand. Surrounded by nothing, nothing's all you have. Concentrated sadness, leftover loneliness - it never seems to pass. You go looking for them, trying to relive moments that happened and won't happen again. You keep looking for them, trying go relive moments but you've grown up too fast, an occupation that won't last, it's too bad you took your best ideas from the past, I bet you're so glad that you only wear it second hand. I'm walking up and down red hotel corridors by the Madison Bypass. Language, I lost it all to love, threw up all I knew about summer. We were young, confirming what we knew, nothing could last. You keep searching and looking for them trying to capture moments that happened and won't happen again, you keep looking and looking for them, trying to hold these moments but you've grown up too sad, the occupation that won't last, it's too bad there's nothing permanent from the past - is that a quote directly taken from The Wasteland'? Yes, I knew that you wear it second hand. I'm transforming, I'm complicating, I'm never sure what I'm meant to be saying. I'm performing, I'm concentrating but we haven't been introduced, automatically calling you. I'm transforming but I'm concentrating but I'm never that sure what I'm meant to be saying.