rings of red rim perfectly gold irises
condemning me to exile in a world of delight
my minds linger in a summer with sticky skin
and adventure calling my name in the night

I lay in my bed, and hear nothing but the sound of cars passing by
you are simply a fantasy, something to think about when I close my eyes

I ache to quell this yearning for expansion;
to drive in your car and see where we go
It won't happen and these dreams are transient
I'm fed up with thinking these thing so please, leave me alone.