(no subject)
let's give this another chance to grace the presence of the page.
futility has once again proved that old bonds don't last;
they've evaporated into cigarrette smoke and exhaust fumes
tired with the journey through hills of self painted worry and regret.
there have been too many lines about open roads and closed eyes, car rides filled with the promise of closure,
long hair streaming in response.
all trace back, dreaming about the horizons left behind,
the curvature
futility has once again proved that old bonds don't last;
they've evaporated into cigarrette smoke and exhaust fumes
tired with the journey through hills of self painted worry and regret.
there have been too many lines about open roads and closed eyes, car rides filled with the promise of closure,
long hair streaming in response.
all trace back, dreaming about the horizons left behind,
the curvature