you danced in endless circles
i heard you screaming your Santa-Monica
dream
a tainted vision
your birds soaring high
lucid and numbing, do i
really want to know
and you wanted a runners high
but instead you got
****
it's cold, and your birds are bland,
sometimes mom, the sky is a no-mans land
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
you danced in endless circles
i heard you screaming your Santa-Monica
dream
a tainted vision
your birds soaring high
lucid and numbing, do i
really want to know
and you wanted a runners high
but instead you got
****
it's cold, and your birds are bland,
sometimes mom, the sky is a no-mans land