There used to be this one place I would go all the time flies.
I'd run away trees growing up to see the sun rise.
I'd crash cars driving miss the pointed fingers compromise and burn into the morning like it used to be my job at night.

I gave away to three for a high five and some change.
I shouted out with my voice claiming nothing was strange.
I had hollow thoughts pass out in passing with a page and realized that my place wasn't so far away.

A man with this kind of black hair once told me that
'if lights had it their way, they wouldn't shine on us.'
and i think he meant it.
I can't say I disagree- I don't really know how I feel about it all.
What else is ******' new.