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Trash bags climbing Curbsides like vapid spiders To me now Everything is a ghost Helpless to the current of the wind I watch the bag collapse like an exhausted lung And fill with the next breeze There has never been a day where I don’t stand like a windmill with my mouth open Praying that I will finally get to catch my breath I’ve stopped eating so that I might stretch myself so thin The wind will take me like a kite And If I land in a tree Please leave me there The leaves smell so sweet They rustle in my ears the song Of tiny feet scattering In all the right directions Can feel them tickle down my spine Like an epiphany shiver I got this itch to move And I’m begin’ god for Dorothy’s tornado To come and take me away ‘cause these legs walk me into all the wrong places I want to be helpless to something more powerful than myself Say “I’m sorry I ****** things up But this tornado it planted me here in your lap” Show you how it’s not my fault I’m not perfect Nobody is Doesn’t feel right though The fire that made my heart And the ocean that salted my tears The wind that’s beggin’ to whisk me away from here Is telling me otherwise I think Helium Think Feather Think Kite Think empty trash bag on the curb collapsing like a dying jellyfish
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Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Trash Bag
Trash bags climbing Curbsides like vapid spiders To me now Everything is a ghost Helpless to the current of the wind I watch the bag collapse like an exhausted lung And fill with the next breeze There has never been a day where I don’t stand like a windmill with my mouth open Praying that I will finally get to catch my breath I’ve stopped eating so that I might stretch myself so thin The wind will take me like a kite And If I land in a tree Please leave me there The leaves smell so sweet They rustle in my ears the song Of tiny feet scattering In all the right directions Can feel them tickle down my spine Like an epiphany shiver I got this itch to move And I’m begin’ god for Dorothy’s tornado To come and take me away ‘cause these legs walk me into all the wrong places I want to be helpless to something more powerful than myself Say “I’m sorry I ****** things up But this tornado it planted me here in your lap” Show you how it’s not my fault I’m not perfect Nobody is Doesn’t feel right though The fire that made my heart And the ocean that salted my tears The wind that’s beggin’ to whisk me away from here Is telling me otherwise I think Helium Think Feather Think Kite Think empty trash bag on the curb collapsing like a dying jellyfish
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Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
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