synch out of

I was walking down the street
I was all out of synch
The film of my life was scratched and jumpy
I had to be in by half six
I love my kids
I saw posters on walls
I saw walls under ripped posters
Ripped walls paper thin
The wind whipped in

There are numbers on lampposts but I don’t know what they mean

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