fucking without airports

this city with it's concrete walkways and worldwind mind-sets we just pass on by pass on by our lives (run out) and soon we'll be laying still on long nights not knowing how to take or leave the things that meant so much to us along the way

and i'm sure the answers in the dust, but we can't get low enough (allergies, weakness)

so we'll sleep one more night in dull hotel rooms, dates, a series of cuks without airports and drives without home sounds without hearing we stopped so long ago

2004-06-22 | 5:11 p.m.
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