I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams
I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly
I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself
As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied
I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******
So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan
(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams
I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly
I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself
As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied
I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******
So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan
(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
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