These familiar streets used to bring solace.
You see, this used to be a blank canvas but I've painted myself onto it and people are starting to notice.
Looking out from my seat all I see are ghosts of what I've done lining the streets.
And it's a scene I wish I could reframe
But this,
This is a problem I just can't tame.
Maybe I'll change my name
Then plan a party with no invitations and wonder why nobody came.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
These familiar streets used to bring solace.
You see, this used to be a blank canvas but I've painted myself onto it and people are starting to notice.
Looking out from my seat all I see are ghosts of what I've done lining the streets.
And it's a scene I wish I could reframe
But this,
This is a problem I just can't tame.
Maybe I'll change my name
Then plan a party with no invitations and wonder why nobody came.
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