As The Ruins Are To Rome

think i'll tape my mouth
i don't like at all the things it says the words have no meaning you stare and run your hands across your dress but the strain just stains it better go bleach that out summertime with all my friends coming home with the streetlights you just sit and stare the night is warmer than i thought the sentence just hangs there flailing twisting waiting for a sign or something to save it or a breeze that never comes and you just walk away