We are all made of stars.
And things blowing up, to show the world we mean business
We just create and destroy and barely know the difference.
Noodles and snare, smoke in the air
Free beer, basement shows
I haven’t made it, but something in our eyes
Is a glow
Crackling, burning out
My life is too grand.
A Minnesota highway, the lake at night
My sister and I will harvest lilly pads
With our toes dipped gently in.
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