There's this guy I like
Could it be?
He's not complicated,
He's complex -
His words, not mine.

There's this girl I like
I get her confused with
someone else
every now and then
I get it right.

There's this man I like
He steals boxes
Sells cigarrettes
sometimes he feels lonely
He lives for the night.

There's this woman I like
She's trapped, she's lost
she's walking on a stick
maybe looking for others
She has her own plight.

There's these people I like
they're confusing, intriguing
having it all or none
they're in the same ship
they're all so bright.

Then there's someone else
trying to reach
without a need to like
sitting in a corner
never loosing sight.