An anchored beer can full of cigarettes.
Everyone smiling, straight teeth and yellow.
I still had no idea you were waiting.
we stepped onto the sidewalk,
the rain already ruined the chalk.
It’s funny how we characterize,
behind our own lies.
we toast to the lives we’ve made.
The sadness doesn’t matter.
Our feet sit in the lake and wade.
take this and take that,
I’ll take it all if you can take me back.
I woke up to a spiders web,
just another day in the life I’ve wed.
coupled together to stretch apart.
the most fun is that we hate our art.
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