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She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant I remember when scales were beautiul I remember when that parking lot lasted forever We're supposed to find it stupefying They call it progress She hopes she's becoming a good person I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed I spent all of my time being not good enough But here we are She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read I remember every single bird I saw that morning I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't You left and I left and we aren't there anymore You said no and she listened She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why She would have made a beautiful captain someday And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed And they called it "progress."
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
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She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant I remember when scales were beautiul I remember when that parking lot lasted forever We're supposed to find it stupefying They call it progress She hopes she's becoming a good person I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed I spent all of my time being not good enough But here we are She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read I remember every single bird I saw that morning I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't You left and I left and we aren't there anymore You said no and she listened She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why She would have made a beautiful captain someday And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed And they called it "progress."
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Apr 21, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
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