the seats on this train
are never wet, only forgotten.
nothing's wrong, nothing wrong
it's hard to imagine a time when
anything could ever be wrong
but i try
i make sure my bending trees
and flowing streams are there
just in case
and i look at you sadly
because parts of me think
"nothing lasts"
but then other parts of me
have names and games and
landscapes all mapped out.
god, the future is strange.
i much prefer today.
1 comment:
woahh the 2nd stanza puts super cool images in my brain, and also reminds me of la dispute, which is a good thing because they are really good.
also the bitter part came from being fucking sick for so long and the sweet part came from having bromances. !!!
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