Be safe she said, don't like you riding alone at night.   Dressed in black and it's late at night.   But she don't know that I've done worse.   Security is not the point here.   Lets see how quickly the scenery can change.      Enter left, independent mind and my ideal of wasting time.   Should we be privy to these moments, suspended?   You'll have to write me more letters than that to keep my interest.   If I keep my pedals turning I could forget this.   Your socratic method just makes me anxious.   You were my standard.      She doesn't understand that I don't care if I scream no one would hear.   The silence is music to my ears.   It's why I never stay, not even for you.