Everyone laughed at her joke. As if they never even heard it before. And maybe they were truly amused. But every word that she spoke was a bore. . And maybe it's because they had seen.
Brushfire fairytales. Itsy bitsy diamond wells. Big fat hurricanes. Yellow bellied given names. Well shortcuts can slow you down. And in the end we're bound.
If I had eyes in the back of my head. I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away. . And if you could've tried to trust the hand that fed.