Walk down suburban city streets Quiet small soft streets It's 2 am Swing down like you know the next scene in your movie Your quiet jaded movie Yell at nothing, a scream like silence The world is not yours to own But to steal Pass the swollen bloodied brick house With dreams painted on the windows Ignore the girl watching you from her window She's not in your movie She is the Painter, the Giver, the Seer from Ancient Times She sees the horrible stains on your soul But walk on young man, walk on Smoke your weed, spill your wine Walk on and never look back She's not in your movie Your cool James Dean stare Careless liquid eyes Yet you fell her Your demons-they know her Your angels-they love her, how they love her She knows why you are But walk on drifter soul You'll find her again someday For the world is yours to steal And so is she
Reason for writing:
it was 2 am
Birth sign: Gemini
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