Rolling tears fell as I hit the brakes,
but honestly, it was all just so I could see your face
I’ve gathered by hands
and stuffed them into a Benz
Wishing you could show me what was worth it to contend
But here, we’ve driven away.
Far,
Far,
Far, away
from the golden brick road that never swayed.
Now I see, that it’s you or me
A both, or a cope
But all that lies ahead is smoke.
I lit the fire
And you poured the can.
In the end we turned around and slid down the wet, slimy sand.
A ruse that fled a little t o o out of reach
A puddle made out of swollen cheeks
You were the one,
I convinced myself to deem,
The one who held the other half of my tangerine.
–R.R
