In my bedroom, after the war

I'm madly in love with the band Stars, but that is neither here nor there.

I find myself thinking a lot, but it's difficult to lay into text or words what's going through my mind.
Responsibility, what does it mean to me?
My head or my heart, who wins out the most?
The perfect situation that I've dreamed of for years can come along at exactly the wrong time, and I'll turn it down.
My heart's hanging on a wall in Alaska, the owner of both is somewhere in California, and that's the only reason for my current dis-content.
There's a boy on the West coast who's madly in love with me and all I can think is "that's nice, dear".
The sudden realization that no one here has any ideas about what I'm like. It's a completely fresh start, I could be anything I wanted, and I'm just acting like myself.
That thrill of terror and inner peace when I realize that I kind of like it here.
Knowing that the people around me like me after only a week.

I found myself in a field, watching fireflies with a cellphone in my hand. I attained oneness, inner peace.

There are always sirens driving past this theatre.