You say that you can't ever sleep, and that he has all the demons. And all the nightmares just won't stop and there's nothing left to love in one that will just keep loving you.
Everyone keeps on loving you.
So tell me do you ever FIGHT? Smack your head against a force that won't ever move? No matter how many times you bribe for love, and steal for love, and chip away at the last reasons for standing up.
It all ends at the same first step.
Don't say you agree like me, cause you feel like he. And something still does come to be.
Cause I think they may have been right, when they said that I was meant for the cold walls of a convent.
I was a sickly green girl, and heard them say words like cancer. Heard grim monologues of all the damage that coulda been done. All right above my little head.
And now I wonder how they were right.
Could they really be right?
Peter Pan's adventures, hiding from spiders in my haunted pink bedroom. And haunted, would stare at the smoke stacks on the water and feel that spark inside. That feeling inside that the night reflections say, when they say that we can all be more. The lie of dreaming further.
Of Prince charming moments, laughing friends, mischievous grin and bitten lip, and splattered paint over lyrics.
Maybe I'm far too easy...............on the character evaluations. Maybe Sal was nothing; besides Neal was who I met. On the Road was a great dream away. So the town will have to call it all back.
Call nothing back after last night. Call no one more.
But who cares--- because we ran across the street and filled the bar's empty spot, and drank and laughed and tossed it all on down throats and tired ends. You washed him away for me, with the summer there outside. Home where we're from.
But it seems I'm out of time to hide from. Ticket already paid for, car with gas.
So tonight I'll reminisce, and tonight I'll just sit and watch the road, and miss everything that's been already lived.
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