Mayday, mayday our plane has crashed
the strings that tied us together have been clipped.
There is no further flight in this troubled sky,
Barren fields around every corner,
"There are no further grounds for negotiation"
Realize that we are scrambling ferociously to meet the same ends,
So instead why can't we all just be - friends.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Mayday, mayday our plane has crashed
the strings that tied us together have been clipped.
There is no further flight in this troubled sky,
Barren fields around every corner,
"There are no further grounds for negotiation"
Realize that we are scrambling ferociously to meet the same ends,
So instead why can't we all just be - friends.
Just a light that flickers at me while I read the news, filled with an air of naivety.
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