i've been mixed up in morning dreams
too long to say goodbye
i feel destined to find sisters in the cracks
let's paint our faces yellow, and
run through city hall
let's move along and cover up our tracks
deep october, slush inside my boots
the snow came earlier this year
i'm not searching for answers
the clouds will bring me home
the cars will pass and pages
will return
i'm missing birthdays, missing friends
yellow lines are pushing me along
i drive and drive until i find an end
in carolina, maine, or new orleans
so let's paint our faces yellow, and
run through city hall
the answer doesn't bother me at all.
3 comments:
nice ending!
1. yay repetition!
2. you're not missing my birthday, its ok
haha, it wasn't so much sunday (i had a really fun time sunday but failed to do a lot of my homework) and more the fact that i've had supremely depressing/scary dreams lately. the happiness of my dreams seems to be inversely proportional to my IRL happiness.
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