Believe an arm fell and I walked still. Arriving where you will. Thinking as the day rolls on. It's been this way before, I recognize. Hands in pockets
Sit still and watch the lights of this city scape streak by in straight lines and record time. I hadn't thought of this picture...and thought is all
wanted to somewhat dedicate this one out to future life mistakes. I can't predict the death of me. The face/the state which will hold my heart. Oh my
there if? Could we happen to end up this way? Things that happen this way, when I'm not awake. For this once can it be? A pinch for making sure. Making
All pictures aside now, slide into closed eyes. Time kept close by, next to the light. A stamp to approve a location to move to. Fell out of reaction
s what it's become? Furthest from chance to rebuild. This way has meant to lead me on and hold my head strong, so I can't turn around. But things still remind and your
away, I'll save a little piece on my side. Breathe out of your insecurities and hang them out with mine. I hope you save a piece on your side
ride bearing down on us. Rolling back our eyeballs. Insist "not my problem" a wince, react, just takes much longer. Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor. Heard
While highway miles pass me by and headlights pass for starlight. These tired eyes need rest. False notions make decisions. And I made mine this time around. For