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Man at the corner of the 4-way with the right of way
We all waiting for him
Looking left to the man driving one of those new Polestars
I ain't too familiar with
Late afternoon asking where the ceiling is
How writing like drilling
I double up on the feeling I put in
To the right
The windshield broken on a 13 Jetta
The question is
What you gonna type in the search box to find that new film
The pecking order i’m worried about is
Whether we anything greater than the foliage
Thinking back to rеading The Goldfinch
And how much I hated the adaptation
Going south for vacation
Not somеthing I’m always in line with
Aligned against the north star
Trying catch those green wispy lights
In the night sky
The whatchumacallit
But I won’t get there if this guy won’t put his phone in his pocket again
I draw in a deep breath
I start the stopwatch
Put in neutral a minute
Start the stopwatch
Put in neutral a minute
Discarded myself in the camp fire
We toss it all in at the end of the night
The translation of anything
A hybrid between 2 things
The electric running out
Something blocking the cord from hitting the wall socket
It's the pleasantries of rolling slowly down that hill
You point the camera forward
Call that direction
Might as well hand it to the GPS
I will it through everything
Hands on in everything
It's not semantics
It’s penning an essay about aesthetics before he makes it halfway
Through the crosswalk
I can’t get behind a soft launch
It’s the pleasantries of pushing it back up that hill
The personality of always being on your heels
The stopwatch ticking
I’ll put it back in drive like its green
The first person will quote what is seems
The 3rd person’s outside of the scene
Looking over or looking into it
This a stagehand, stepping in
Reminding yourself to water the monstera
The stopwatch ticking
I put it back in drive like its green
The first person quotes what is seems
The 3rd person stays outside the scene
The paratrooper
Gliding in breaks through the screen
You was in the front seat
Reminded of grief
You always in the front seat
Reminding yourself to breathe
We all waiting for him
Looking left to the man driving one of those new Polestars
I ain't too familiar with
Late afternoon asking where the ceiling is
How writing like drilling
I double up on the feeling I put in
To the right
The windshield broken on a 13 Jetta
The question is
What you gonna type in the search box to find that new film
The pecking order i’m worried about is
Whether we anything greater than the foliage
Thinking back to rеading The Goldfinch
And how much I hated the adaptation
Going south for vacation
Not somеthing I’m always in line with
Aligned against the north star
Trying catch those green wispy lights
In the night sky
The whatchumacallit
But I won’t get there if this guy won’t put his phone in his pocket again
I draw in a deep breath
I start the stopwatch
Put in neutral a minute
Start the stopwatch
Put in neutral a minute
Discarded myself in the camp fire
We toss it all in at the end of the night
The translation of anything
A hybrid between 2 things
The electric running out
Something blocking the cord from hitting the wall socket
It's the pleasantries of rolling slowly down that hill
You point the camera forward
Call that direction
Might as well hand it to the GPS
I will it through everything
Hands on in everything
It's not semantics
It’s penning an essay about aesthetics before he makes it halfway
Through the crosswalk
I can’t get behind a soft launch
It’s the pleasantries of pushing it back up that hill
The personality of always being on your heels
The stopwatch ticking
I’ll put it back in drive like its green
The first person will quote what is seems
The 3rd person’s outside of the scene
Looking over or looking into it
This a stagehand, stepping in
Reminding yourself to water the monstera
The stopwatch ticking
I put it back in drive like its green
The first person quotes what is seems
The 3rd person stays outside the scene
The paratrooper
Gliding in breaks through the screen
You was in the front seat
Reminded of grief
You always in the front seat
Reminding yourself to breathe
