Everything
Trips to a slow melody
The glass’d out kids
Magician away their keys
I’m lying on the floor
In a backwards dream
Fragmented, distant
Reaching 4 me
The beauty
Of love & disappointment
Couch cushions sprawled all Over the empty room of empty kids and lost hero’s singing through a tube
Somewhere along the way we stopped being young
& all this fun turns to stupid self annihilation
& my burnt out friends pass like clouds & evaporate