cause in the daylight we could hitchhike to Maine: it doesnt even have a title

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it doesnt even have a title

dear blog, sorry for treating you like this. my brain has dried out and shrunk dramatically so i have no thoughs to be written. regress is a typical sympthom of the end of the schoolyear, i guess.
here's a picture i found today and liked a lot.

and here's a song for that picture.

Nincsenek megjegyzések:

Megjegyzés küldése

My personal anthem

we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight
sit back and wave through the daylight

slip and slide on subway grates
these shoes are poor mans ice skates
fall through like change in the daylight
fall through like change in the daylight

i miss yellow lines in my roads
some color on monochrome
maybe i’ll paint them in myself
maybe i’ll paint them in myself

these sidewalks liquid then stone
building walls and an old pay phone
it rings like all through the daylight
it rings like all through the daylight

and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home