Maybe so, eyes were on me. A little late, I've been busy. Can't get a read on you. You're like the other one. Foreign. An outsider looking in. You know too much. Yes, it was a title I figured was obvious, an outsider molded into something presentable in a crowd.
Unlike others I can't really get to or at you. It's another case of the Tuesdays, weird shit is always happening, it may as well be another day