I'm just an american working class zero.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Storms and Flutters
When I stop to fast, my mind blows past
It swirls and storms and flutters on by
I never know which way it goes.
I never know which way to go
It's harried and hurried and fills up with smoke
I never really knew it wasn't a joke
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