While following the yellow brick road
I stubbed my toe
And black dynamite explored my surroundings
The light turns green
Every ghost of mine has a shadow
It trails behind
So you run for life
Need something to cover your skin
You’re flying but you’re scared of heights
You’ve got no chance
There’s no fight left
You try on some changes
See dissapearing faces
You’re driving through
The street named “Years Ago”
Oh what would you see?
If you were back in town
You drive one through that shadow
Whispers in your ear “I am never letting go”
—I am really unsure of what I want to do with this. Maybe let my mom look at it! She knows everything!
Oh, and I could easily live the rest of my life without ever hearing the word “college” again!