Into It. Over It. Corrugated Windows
10 times out of 10, I know I'm nothing special. My clothes are so worn out, a soft breeze could burst their seams. I've torn right through my jeans in a valiant effort to prove that I'm a master architect, constructing a structure in which we'll spend the night. If I balance the walls just right we could carve a folding door out of our discarded cardboard and brace the night's display of poor support... Until the sun went down, as a storm came through and crushed our town of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles, so I'll say what I have to say and split. So you can keep the wreckage and our tarp as your reminder, because the cause is only as good as the people left behind it. They're here because they have to be, not because they want to be. Anna seemed so down as a storm came through and crushed our town of corrugated windows and crudely duct taped shingles, so I said what I had to say and split. All as the sun went down...
