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so much life out there. with the waves and the rain and the flashing police lights. with the girls who drink wine in their $200 bohemian jazz blouces, the ones who talk about comunity service in india and africa while they palm-flatten their hair and listen to sad boys cry and play guitar. with the barbeques, all 12 million, burning down america with their meat smell and swimming pool splashes. with the boys in the street, throwing whiffle balls into the wind and giggling after the ice cream truck. with the drunk fights on the grass, the booming bass on the stripmall sidewalks. with all the neon, with all the halogen, with all the electric-psychic-voodoo hopscotch.
with me and my bottle of wine and my full moon and my towel.
on the beach, under the sand, with the hermit crabs and water.
there's just so much life, and we can't live it all.
but we can try,
and it's in trying that we get ourselves high
and grow eyes that mirror every one of those stars.
it's in trying that we say - so much life out there
with me and my bottle of wine and my full moon and my towel.
on the beach, under the sand, with the hermit crabs and water.
there's just so much life, and we can't live it all.
but we can try,
and it's in trying that we get ourselves high
and grow eyes that mirror every one of those stars.
it's in trying that we say - so much life out there