Meeting you for lunch

I heard a junkie in the street
Yelling about how ryan never hit her
And how he never treated her like this
And I was packing my bag for school
And I stepped out my front door
Walked past the junkies sitting
On the fence, smoking, and I looked at her tortured face
For a second, only one, and I carried on
Up the hill marching towards my institution
Went to class, had a boring time
Met you for lunch
Listened to your talk of this and that
Things you consider just plain bad
But is it really all that bad? 
Have you ever sat on a fence, smoking, yelling about a guy named ryan?

  

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