I raced concrete to the front row seats
Threw her bows and whiskey kisses and left her on the street
With her hands out
And her head down
She’s nothing more than a movie that never panned out
Hey Mr. Destiny…you forgot about me
You forgot to leave a number
You forgot to name the street
This is American living with my American dream
It thunders like a river but its cold just like a stream
And this is so typical…
Erased by the author of me….
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