Its safe to say the fairgrounds are closed,
the lights are off and the grass is soaked.
And arguments of how it was, won’t ever bring the lights back on.
And even though we run our mouths, the race we’re in is surely lost.
All I want is purely comatose,
it’s all hooked up but there’s still no hope.
So this heartless bed, just want do.
I need a railway line or a bus depot.
Not these metal rails or stiff pillows,
but a set of stairs or the open road.
And if that’s all I got, well it’s still more;
than most.

@3 months ago with 8 notes