Feb 26, 2005 18:23
we've been alright up to now, but the air that we breathe is about to run out. we've rehearsed our lines clear and loud, but the cue never came and the lights, they never went out. so we're passing the time, while time passes us. the fast lanes a term never applied to us. without a dime to my name, or a prayer in the world. i walk out the door.
destination anywhere but here.
away from you.