Oct 12, 2004 10:22
Picking up the pieces of a pictionary puzzle
and she's taking a walk off the deep end, the deep end
saying that she never had a name to begin
she spins around and around, and over and over
lost beside a world where the workmen will dig when
the twilight is dropped and the sunlight has dropped down
the bulldozer never felt so monumental standing and
standing with clouds in the backdrop
Open mouthed wonder on the lips of their faces
as the central park attitude topples the places we know
and if I ever grow to be that tall
I'll look down on the person I was and give grattitude
take him out for iced cream and talk about people we know
and how do glasses make them look so attractive?