My dreams are all backyards in the surburbs. I need the directions to oblivion so I can get lost. Willing to get into the ring just to feel my pulse again.
I forgot to lose your keys so I'm trying them out in every car in the parking lot just in case one will take you farther than my own.
Woke up this morning and tried to trade sunshine for yesterdays, or at least to give the moon for tomorrows... but nothing I say gets through anymore.
I'm just a spirit watching you all live on without me. What if the voice of reason doesn't speak English?
Why break my wand when you can break my spirit faster?
Today is bad luck only if you checked the date... I've got the calendar glued to my wrist. Crossing the days off until I remember why I'm here.
