Do you ever wish
that you could disappear?
Just grab your keys and
get the hell out of here?
I’m tired of this town
and I’m sick of this place
where on every single corner,
all I see is your face.
You’ve tattooed each
block, landmark, and street
with memories of us
and what we used to be.
It’s like walking through
an abandoned graveyard,
each store is a headstone
memorializing my heart’s scars.
My foot is heavy on the pedal
in search of somewhere new,
somewhere with a slate wiped
clean of any traces of you.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Do you ever wish
that you could disappear?
Just grab your keys and
get the hell out of here?
I’m tired of this town
and I’m sick of this place
where on every single corner,
all I see is your face.
You’ve tattooed each
block, landmark, and street
with memories of us
and what we used to be.
It’s like walking through
an abandoned graveyard,
each store is a headstone
memorializing my heart’s scars.
My foot is heavy on the pedal
in search of somewhere new,
somewhere with a slate wiped
clean of any traces of you.
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