Let's take a walk instead

Foriegn Land

a hundred years ago

she looked behind her

today

i swept my room in the dark

i looked for dirt

I couldnt see any but it was there

only the blue light from my TV

that will make you forget

in all the excitement

my broom caught a knitting needle

or did it catch me

or did i scream

it might be like the dirt too

i never saw it coming but there it was

just the same

as if i had been looking

and tradition lives on where I left off

ill be the dirt too

ill be hard to kill

a hundred years ago

I want it

trust me

rusty nails and juniper berries

what am I saying

of course you do

and a hundred years

counts for nothing

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