I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car

Dressed, out the door, dreaming	Dreaming under a steady rain of nicotine	Far off approaching	The sort who hides away
An incredibly stupid reason why I got called into the school counselor's office	I want her to clutch at my hand and run.	Dashboard	Amid the Midwest, they wait
Reaching for the stars	The High King of Ireland	pawns are the soul of chess	I waited under your streetlight like a hoodlum; like a moth
The fading of love is like leaves crunching under you in the autumn	diamond in the rough	The Fumes	Butterfinger McFlurry
Van Dyke brown	Now I am become grey, the creator of worlds

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