Traffic Always comes to a stand still.
Ya I know the true nature of Progress
and I could feel shitty forever
without ever changing my habits
I swear my head must weight ten thousand pounds
Cuz every city I visit I find another thought that weighs me down
You call this a process
I call it anything by progress
It's fragile easily lost
its best just too forget
Cuz I hate your goddamn solutions
and songs that make the space awkward
you said god has a plan
but god isnt really the right word.
And all the writing that I've written
like the all the driving that I've driven
It was temporary tenuous at best
Fragile Easily lost.
Its best just to forget.
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