Maps & Atlases Remote And Dark Years
I couldn't help but notice that near the corner of your
mouth there was a piece of food escaping it was trying to
stay out I started thinking about myself like I always
seem to do I couldn't stop myself from saying what might
seem theatrical to you it's just that
I don't want anymore
remote and dark years
no more remote and dark years
It's like there were these bottles near the end of my
street they were escaping into the sewer near my feet so
I picked them up and I flattened them and I pushed them
through the grates
I know it seems unrelated but I'm trying to relate to you
that
I don't want anymore
remote and dark years
no more remote and dark years
