Washington, DC

The roads of the heart were designed poorly,

With diagonal crossings, like Washington, DC.

I'm stuck at the corner of Hope and Affection,

Knowledge and Concern.

I want so badly for both our dreams to come true,

But I've studied my history, and they never do.

I've studied my history, and I know barely too much.

I want against wanting to keep on and give up.

I can never be what you want me to be,

But I think I could be what you need.