Covering everyone and everything I touch, but like a car in an accident I am compacted together by the pressures of my own fault
Lines drawn in sand with sticks on a beach tracing constellations and imitating the patterns of stars
Shooting down the red carpet, flashes blind their eyes as they tell you who they are wearing and it means
Nothing, absolutely nothing is what makes me wish we could go back and be back
Together as a family at this thanksgiving dinner, fists swing heavily after drinks flow freely, mom will set up the camera and take the
Picture a place far from here, an escape from the norm, somewhere in a land where no one knows your
Name the state capitals, tell me stories about different places and lands and then tell me how many you've been
Too many people ask me questions, seek advice, and I don't want to talk or even
Deal the cards so we can play the game, I'm not very good because I know I'm gonna
Lose myself in something, a demon that can swim is a fear of mine, how can I drown it if it can
Swim for shore Peter, the current is getting stronger and I don't want you to get pulled out to
See something I never saw coming, it engulfed me like a storm, a blaze, a
Swim for shore Peter, the current is getting stronger and I don't want you to get pulled out to
See something I never saw coming, it engulfed me like a storm, a blaze, a
Fire your gun! They are getting closer, We need to hold them back, I wanna make it
Home needs to be cleaned up, this place is a mess and everything is covered in
Dust.
I am dust.
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| "Of dirt you're made, and of dirt you will return." - The Decemberists |
