Wednesday, April 16, 2008


like a speck
pollen in the sky
passed on the street
whisper full of lies

you gave it all
and you took it all away
i knew the price
and i played and played and played

a smudge on a lens
lawnmower throwing grass
i had to leave this place
and i left it fast

and the streets all blur like paintings
mistakes all dull with time
the windows open just a crack
and every star is mine.

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