Paroles de Progress
Our wheels vibrate beneath usBut you seem undaunted by the motion.
The sun electrifies your sweater
While Washington Square Park passes on the right.
The monument looks less like an arch and more like a
frown. Because I know your back will never arch for me
again. Our bus hits a pothole
And one of us jumps as we see the airport.
Growing larger and larger through the rain.
Our momentum in this moment
Could carry us to the moon,
It hurts to think about the wasted nights I spent ruining
my voice. Under your window.
When all we have now is the banal tick-tock of the
cuckoo click And the silence living in our shadow.
The monument looks less like an arch and more like a
frown. Because I know your back will never arch for me
again. Our bus hits a pothole
And one of us jumps as we see the airport.
Growing larger and larger through the rain.
Our momentum in this moment
Could carry us to the moon,
It hurts to think about the wasted nights I spent ruining
my voice. Under your window.
When all we have now is the banal tick-tock of the
cuckoo click And the silence living in our shadow.
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