someone wrote a song about me. (wish there were more)

for sale and sold signs set sail for cold nights. 
like a starfish clings to sand,
 you've got no anchor to land. 
you don't know where you're going 
with your backpack in tow.
 tattered copies of cometbus 
and nowhere to go.
 you're going...
 if she can learn to dance
 then you can learn to walk alone.
 kayla's learning to dance.
 she left a milkcrate full of records you can play to remember her by.
 still life and friction,
 maybe elliot smith's on now.
 the autumn breeze blows in
 and you blow right out. 
so much like a candle.
 so much more than you can handle. 
you're burning out.
 dance 


-my favorite citizen
kayla learns to dance