open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again
under streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm
running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only
shake so much..
& this bomb you’re building in your own
fragile lungs has lead me to believe
that another day has passed, fused
itself into the open hands of
an autumn afternoon/afterglow
so now, here we are
waiting
watching
keep an eye out for me
I’ll be the one spinning my
own web of truths
life is nothing but (a) reel..
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC
open roads, you’ve grabbed these wrists again
under streetlights that weren’t even mine (to begin w/) now I'm
running toward spaced out dreamlands & my head can only
shake so much..
& this bomb you’re building in your own
fragile lungs has lead me to believe
that another day has passed, fused
itself into the open hands of
an autumn afternoon/afterglow
so now, here we are
waiting
watching
keep an eye out for me
I’ll be the one spinning my
own web of truths
life is nothing but (a) reel..
