click to turn them on closed eyes to the music hands move slower, lower for all the world to see (or maybe just one) but hidden from me
so if i stand a little to the side if i take a while to speak it's because i'm taking steps to confidence maybe i will run to the horizon following guitar strings
i'd get more this way smarter in glasses braids dyed black maybe i'd be the one to be the center
zipper up the dreams no existence will prevail i can only wait a while i'm more desperate than you know but you can go on, doing what you do thinking i'm unaware
i'll be gone in two month's time and i don't have to tell you any more than that