That look you held me in
Silent although surrounded on all sides by this city
The air conditioning is on in here
And your lips are red and shine like plastic
I am now a mile away
Am I on your mind
I am now two miles away
Are you still there
Down there at the bus stop of the soul
Embarrassed to be moving on
You look it but that doesn't mean you should be
It's only travel and you're only homesick
1 comment:
Amazing, i might just have to steal some of this materal (it is a joke just to clearify but truely good work).
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