Thursday, May 27, 2010
When I slam onto this pedal and the road spills out in front. Don't grab on for dear life. Don't let your head lead you into strife. Just hold my hand, let the mix tape soothe your soul, and let's spend life speeding away. We'll spin in and out of chaos, forever getting lost. Living a thousand fantasies combined. Finally smiling in this new life of crime. You will never understand what we left behind. Years of theft and hate and construction zones. Stealing our happiness away is the crime of their lives. We couldn't live and stay alive. To escape is the only way to survive. When I take to the streets and pull you behind. Follow me like you've gone blind. We'll leave the miles and miles and miles behind. That tape will lead us into the next phase of our lives. Speeding away into a fate full of crime. I only hope this fantasy is not only mine.
We danced in clear puddles that reflected our matching yellow boots perfectly. Water splashed and fell from the skyy. Soaked in all directions, we had no choice but to laugh as we fell into each other. Drip by drip it streamed from our hair, our clothes, our smiles. We walked hand in hand pass the streams of umbrellas and unhappy faces. Jealous of our wet and careless joy the crowd of dry, gray faces parted as we passed through. Your eyes reflecting mine. The small rain shower had become divine.