It sucks everything in; even the light. The light that you played in as a child, in the sun with the aliens that lived on the corner. The sun that lit the smoke that spilled from plastic guns that sounded and smelled like fireworks, in the summer that your mother yelled at the man in … Continue reading BlackHole693
Red lights, fast car; first verse, come far. Two heads, four arms; ten fingers, one heart. All now, no past; sink deep, fall fast. Kiss slow, hold tight; dream big, "free night". Free day, crossed line; you girl, made mine. Stayed long, won't die; fast car, good-night.