Someplace better I desire Someplace warm like fire Someplace to chase my dream Someplace where things grow green
Someplace where the people are nice A place with less snow and ice Someplace new I'd like to go A place more theatrical, more like a show Someplace where they stay up late A place more modern like the Tate
I just want to get out of here It feels so small And tiny Here.
write one more while you listen to this score of your hero saying things over a catchy beat
push yourself see what you get no regret
write more as your toes touch the floor and your fingers peck away the day into words wrangle them like herds into sentences abstract on track
is that who i think it is is this a quiz don't question me or the authority i gave myself that i keep on a shelf next to my dignity
never done loading my poetic gun full of it this **** over and over and over and over polish brass and give it class do some squats earn that *** and shake it 'til you make it or fake it