Drunk in the wee hours of the morning, I'm 2 for 2
These are things I'l remember, I'll hold dear to my heart. My phone is dead and I wander into the humid spring chewing big league and sipping pabst.
Holy holy, air soft magic, M.G. tries to shoot a cigarette out my shakin' hand.
I'm a daredevil rumor, watercoloring comics and squandering time
with no class tomorrow, i briefly list off punk bands with a guy from Ireland on chatroulette, watch history channel shows about the opium wars
drift into dreaming - make fun of Keanu Reeves' accent in Bram Stoker's Dracula
4 in the morning: you feel like nothing, and I can sleep all day if I need.
I won some awards and ate cold cuts - Most Creative and a Lady GaGa backup dancer
I believe more in myself since the sun has shown his bright fire face
and I miss carrying my mattress outside and reading evil books -
time has changed and I'm in the same place.
I wonder always where I stand
and if one day I can be in a math rock band
freakydeaky time signature rhymes and hoarse swoons
desperate
And I always feel desperate nowadays, like an alarm sounds
at constant rates in my bloodstream, like I need to run away completely
seeking freedom,
seeking passion,
finding wisdom
closed captioned
showing up white on thick black bands
on the tv screen
we need it to fall asleep
speaking all romantic-like and following our dreams
red convertibles, California runaways in our teens
Some might say I'm a ramblin' woman
Over-ripe and ready to turn
But I wait in a basket at home
Knowing why I left the party alone
I did, I did.
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