that kid with the transparent painnnlookin' like a modern day ichabod cranennthat was me still and standing therennstuck in a starennso unpreparednnnnwe're not friends anymorennfeels so awkward at the storennour eyes met what now?nnwe're not friends anymorennwe couldn't settle the scorennhow do we act now?nnnnday dream in a bright autumn hazennharken back to those friendlier daysnnwhen this store was a safer placennto see your facennso much for that