"I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told\\ I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises\\
All lies and jests still a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest"... "I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home//where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me..." Many impactful thoughts inspiring a certain college sophomore in Boston...