December 17th, 2008

i'd follow you anywhere 
but not there 
blonde girls and bathing suits 
everyone bare 
how could i compete 
i wouldnt dare 
i prefer blue ink to pink 
no time to think 
i'll never be superstar, rockstar 
except in my imaginings 
stupid little dreams filled up with material things 
silly me 
dont i realize i've got you? 
you were here 
but sandy beaches called your name 
the longing itch drove you insane 
i'll follow you anywhere 
but there? 
i cry, i cry wolf 
come back home 
spit out the taste of roam 
come home before the storm so you can 
fuel me and my pitiful art form. 

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