Footsteps on the concrete

Set up for disappointment when I realized that I'd rather stroll through vengeful dreamland instead of being a normal party hardy 19 year old. But isn't ever day like this? Room for anything with no expectations. It was fun. I sometimes wish we could just be in contact with people without talking. Sound. As in flawless. But the bad buzzes always come at the very end of the night. When you see 3 or more streetcars go by. When you're just aching to leave. When you feel obliged to make conversations. When you regret wearing those heels for this night. When strangers want to be your friends. When assholes steal your bike seat. When you hear birds chirping and you're still not home. When you wish teleportation was real. When drunken truth paints you blue.

When will I see positive light again?