The reflection of the car
in the buildings past,
So fast yet still I stare,
try to make fortune tellings out of
billboards.
Drunk or not,
I know one
little conversation isnt
going to fix me.
It isnt going to spawn some
revolutionary friend out of
nowhere.
I float back and forth,
side to side with the sway
of the motor moving me home.
Im not even looking,
I try to tell you,
I would try to tell you,
but the words dont come out right.
And you don't know what to think,
or at least thats what I assume.
When years fall faster then
the
truth.
but orange never ment to stop,
it just made us slow down.
Please tell me what you think
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Anyways. Keep up the good work
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