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• Artiste: Left Lane
• Titre: Ashtray
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It seems routine that we spend these days and nights fleeing from both sunrise and sunset. I'm growing used to leaving the horizon in the rearview mirror. I'm leaving ashes and receipts in the ashtray. Being accustomed to this life is confusing. I hope that the sun never takes us down with it. Growing up is all about acceptance. I can't accept a life where I'm drowning my sorrows with desktop nicnacs, and collaring my pain with a necktie sporting some cartoon character that sold out. I don't want to be a sell-out. But Hope corrupts. One day the sun will take us down. I can't leave something so beautiful behind. I don't know if I can go on forever, running away from myself. I'll have a flashback every time I close my eyes. when I open them, I'll find out I'm surrounded by lies. And on my forearm, I'll get a tattoo. It'll read "Hope corrupts," and show the sun crashing into the world. But for now I'll leave that picture in the ashtray, beside the ashes and receipts. For now I'll leave it all behind me.