I’m running in the tall grass…look at me…I’m running so fast. I look back behind at you, thinking you were miles back, and there you go.. right on past. I didn’t think you could keep up, so now look at me, I, the little ass. I sit on a rock in failure and start to light one up. You come back and tell me that I couldn’t keep up… With a yellow haze around you, I turn and say ‘yup.’ I quit. I stopped. You had me fooled. My mouth you have dropped. A failure I am ruled. You keep up and think ahead… you remember me, you climb inside my head. You remind me of that feeling. That one, ya know, that feels like little fire balls shooting at your heart. Like you could sit here with them forever without moving or saying a word till the end of living…never pull part. because we know eachother…because we love what we know. Sometimes I wander if you’d be better if I go. I’m sitting here with my peice in my hand and in the other a piece of chalk. I draw the story of our lives right there upon the rock.
