i'm counting cards i'm counting sheep i'm counting names,
i'm counting crows i'm counting pills i'm counting days,
it's not the say they're different cause they are the same,
but somehow i must look ahead at still remains.
the rows of homes like rows of stones marking every grave,
every cross around necks or loss marks another saved,
if this is justice then i don't want this to be my faith,
the suburban life just another lie no one wants to face.
the mile markers speeding past too blurry to see,
but the road we're on i know by heart by memory,
you're half asleep curled quiet in the passenger seat,
we're almost home where arms of sleep await for me.
posted by fillshe @ 9:49 AM
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