Saturday, May 07, 2011
the wind blows through your hair
as you're walking people stare
up the block
and down the street
to North Kings highway
and there's a beating in my chest
and it's seeming to suggest
that before this day is through
it might go my way
so I sit back in my seat
I scribble down something that's sweet
about a boy; a girl
and endless stretch of scenery
'cause it's like falling to your knees
before a stranger on the street
I did it just the other day
you should have seen me
oh and I wanna remember this night
and how my words never came out right
it's just my patience that keeps me alive
just like all those pretty lights
just like all those pretty lights in the sky.
I am scared like mad now.
posted @3:21 AM
