Out the window
I look out the window of my home.
The only thing I see is the road
I’ve never experienced anything to be so close
That’s how I know I eventually will go.
So I better hurry up and think of something quick.
Cut my hair and move to Los Angeles.
There I’ll change my name and fingerprints.
Then ill find out why I lie to all my friends.
All the stars you see Tonight are long and dead.
The only thing that comforts me one day I’ll join them,
So don’t be surprised if I up and left.
There comes a time when you got to abandon your regrets.
I’m not looking for symmetry.
I don’t need anybody or thing to complete me.
I’ll give away all I have especially my empathy.
Cause I can tell you one thing perfection does not interest me.














