I was afraid of Facebook
Afraid to see her again
But now I'm always on
7210

I drift, I drift toward death
Quiet little town
She opens her purple bag
Silently her gown

She is always out of reach
And always 17
That yearning twilight blue
I've got a thing for green

Loyola loyalty
Alone in Seattle U.
Alex writing in Tucson
Carolina blue

             Seattle Slew