in a dream, on a screen, you take me, you take me. you tap your feet over there. i think you're really fred astaire and i'm ginger, but that's just crazy. i look at the tv, at the movie--a really old movie from a long time ago before i was dead or my parent's head...or in my grandparent's head (that was a long time ago and now i'm drunk on a couch in our living room). i can't get myself to move.
you ask me what i'm doing tomorrow. i look away and say "i don't know". you ask me what i'm doing tomorrow.
you ask me what i'm doing for the rest of my life, and "i don't know", i don't know, "i don't know".