"Designated Driver"
I was hitchhiking in Alabama.
Got detoured by 40,000 years.
In a dark shadow's summer lights.
Stayed up for nights.
Below a bridge and up in heaven.
In heaven white night.
The water fills the Red Bridge's horizons.
All in a single night's dream.
The flowers grow at an unbelievable speed.
So I'll just feed my dog on weed.
Even got an extra seed.
So I'm doing my good deed.
Living a dead man's dream.
Orange basketballs with shaving cream.
Thought of it at the banks of the stream.
This dream is not what it may seem.
So if you can't hear me, let out a scream.
A mime has no time.
The today's tomorrow.
So let the Victrola play a love song's say...
By Jonathan Billet 10.06.2014
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