streamers of rose youth
enough lights to fill the world
drowning sorrows in glass bottles
we laugh at our madness.
when we sleep the world shuts off
but the sheep never stop their dance
counting to oblivion
in hopes to find something—
that has an answer.
we're young and reckless
heard it before
all we've been able to debunk
figure out in a universe of questions
is that the bottle is never empty
and the car is always on
so we'll drive through every ghost town
stare at the stars until our eyes turn white
we think that maybe
if we look hard enough
we'll find something to live for
we think
that if we see the ghosts
the ones inside of us
will disappear.
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