90's alternatives, nostalgic sentiments.
i see a boy and a girl, side by side, on a swing, huddled up.
on a vast field of green grass, and trees.
The sky is clear, no clouds in sight.
All they have is the now and each other.
Song ends, next track...
A gazilion complications that make up our little story.
Long bus ride, full tummy, empty heart.
A dozen cigarette butts, littered along many a wasted day,
worn keyboards and bacteria laced fingers;
a result of careless neglect.
Green tea. No sympathy.
It's the cloudless empty skies and me sitting under the flyover as the trains cruise above,
bad habits, the list is a page long now.
A lady in a short white dress, short hair too, zoned out on her I-tune audiotrip,
be my sugar mama? i'm a half decent boy.
i'm thinking of all the things that could be thought,
and all the things I'll never do.
It's good to be you.
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