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
I want her to clutch at my hand and run.	An incredibly stupid reason why I got called into the school counselor's office	Amid the Midwest, they wait	Reaching for the stars
Dashboard	May 16, 2009	The High King of Ireland	The Fumes
I waited under your streetlight like a hoodlum; like a moth	Van Dyke brown	Now I am become grey, the creator of worlds	The fading of love is like leaves crunching under you in the autumn
Butterfinger McFlurry	pawns are the soul of chess	diamond in the rough

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