Scott Moran - Systems

And they sweetheart.
The nights are worse since I'm the outwards.
My body like a borrowed coat; every hour is a bad neighborhood.
I walk through anyway.
People talk about systems; I've seen systems,
Mostly their hallways full of other people's indifference.
Papers stacked on paper like it's supposed to mean something; I keep signing anyway.
A player on tilt who refuses to walk away,