running for the hills
and i'm running for my room
i'm running
Phone calls from another place
These days they rarely come
Calls that
it's the best in midwestern technology.
this place, this town, is
Rehearse the memories and practice all the lines.
Play it one
long days and drunken nights haunted by
brown eyes that stare
From California to the longest island,
To that sleepy Midwest town
Just go.
Go and don't ever look back.
Out of sight,out of
Bodies littering the streets
Hear the sadness filter through the
"I will meet you underwater
dressed in white your eyes ablaze
tonight
the moon is full and bugs are in the air.
I've
In the snow, angels lay.
Mouths join in the cold.
Whispers lie
Learn to separate your jaw
When you find things hard to
Sing me a song.
I know we've used up every dawn,
And
A taste of earth and blackened breaths
Our oxygen is running
A taste of earth
and blackened breaths.
Our oxygen is running out.
It's
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