oh queermas tree....
This can't happen
you're too good
and you're leaving.
I blame this on you, you are doing this to me.
I'm sort of half complaining here.
This city is being WAY too good to me at the moment. I don't really deserve it. At all.
Maybe I should just accept that life is finally getting good and I'm getting my justice in life.
All I've waited for is coming into fruition.
It seems a dream, but when I woke up and you were there and everyone else was still here, and the lights were still outside the front door, I realized it was real.
It must have been the strobing lights last night that caused my brain to click on and make the past melt away in preparation for an outstanding future.
The island is behind me. It will stay behind me.
People I care about are still in my mind, but the low tides, the cold streets, and the obnoxious navy winds are gone.
I'm going out to search for fruits and vegetables in receptacles.
Maybe I'll find my meaning heaped in with all the refuse.
you're too good
and you're leaving.
I blame this on you, you are doing this to me.
I'm sort of half complaining here.
This city is being WAY too good to me at the moment. I don't really deserve it. At all.
Maybe I should just accept that life is finally getting good and I'm getting my justice in life.
All I've waited for is coming into fruition.
It seems a dream, but when I woke up and you were there and everyone else was still here, and the lights were still outside the front door, I realized it was real.
It must have been the strobing lights last night that caused my brain to click on and make the past melt away in preparation for an outstanding future.
The island is behind me. It will stay behind me.
People I care about are still in my mind, but the low tides, the cold streets, and the obnoxious navy winds are gone.
I'm going out to search for fruits and vegetables in receptacles.
Maybe I'll find my meaning heaped in with all the refuse.