East Bay Tragedy
by Anthony Boyd
Unfortunate, that she’s incoherent
Divergence only made so much sense
Before taking into account
Everything that we might have missed
It’s a cold place
In the corner of my mind
It’s deep like the S.F. Bay
It’s the last crusty dollar
I spent on Bart
I hold my frustration
As if it’s threatening
Maybe I, was the one with the Misunderstanding
But that girl is a stubborn headache
It’s too bad, that she didn’t listen
I can’t believe she took it sentimental
Caught up, this problem ain’t simple
The Fremont train, just passed Bay Fair
It keeps an echo, situation mellow
All I see is silhouette backgrounds
Feelings cause I’m alright again
Problem somewhere up in Sacramento
Girls stuck and
I ain’t goin home alone