Smoke your Dylan cigarette with your Dylan sunglasses on.
Wear your skinny ties and your skinny jeans as the work hour has gone.
Suns are dialing in the sky as they all run run run so high.
The wings would burn too soon.It was too quick.
They'd pick up my hands and then turn to tricks.
They hid underground to stay so secure.
They stayed and hoped they'd find the cure.
It was fun no more but nobody cared.
As he stood in their glare.
Time was a trick so they'd sit under stairs.
No more song and dance or else they would care.
Got the line coming in they were no more.
Hung in a lifeless nostalgia trip that doesn't get anything done.
Complacent, oh boy you sure are the one.
Instead of together you relish in one or other.
A time that had you amused.
As you help up your own as you sat after school.
A total interaction less than connected.
I had no other way to be alive than to be a little different.
The sun rose as time was nowhere to go.
Unlimited elation was available in a pill.
Unlimited stagnation was full of people's will.
Dwell in holes like rats and moles.
The night lights of the City weren't dark enough.
So they hid in a basement.
Rats seeking whatever nibbles they could find.
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