As we walk to my best friend's house
My brother and I cross a bridge
He suddenly walks slowly
Like a penguin with a hunchabck
Closes his eyes a little
Steps towards the street
Tells me he is afraid of heights
I hold his 711 bag
And press my hand to his boney spine
We cross
When I can read
I am going to move to New York
Live in an apartment til I can buy a house
Toffer lived in New York
You should ask him about it
It snows there
I don't ask him about how he'll pay for it
All he need is to know how to read
Everything else falls into place after that
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
As we walk to my best friend's house
My brother and I cross a bridge
He suddenly walks slowly
Like a penguin with a hunchabck
Closes his eyes a little
Steps towards the street
Tells me he is afraid of heights
I hold his 711 bag
And press my hand to his boney spine
We cross
When I can read
I am going to move to New York
Live in an apartment til I can buy a house
Toffer lived in New York
You should ask him about it
It snows there
I don't ask him about how he'll pay for it
All he need is to know how to read
Everything else falls into place after that
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