Savannah thinks I'm rude.
Jacksonville in general knows
I'm too obsessive about food.
Manhattan may have missed me,
Portland knows I'm broke.
Cheyenne watched me standing
outside forever like a dope.
San Francisco's way too cool,
though it's flawless in its theory.
Iowa's lines were drawn too tight:
it could never really see me.
Georgia won't forget my flaws,
but I still keep her in my heart:
the heys and y'alls, flights and falls
from every running start.Each road 'round there remembers me
from before I had a clue:
where I fit and where I fell,
and those things I said to you.
LA doesn't seem to notice
my presence in this sun.
Perhaps its too busy checking in
recent arrivals of everyone.
