Eugene Florestant

We never talk to it
remind the world of who we are
i'm caught in this static
can't seem to understand why i
can't stop running, i hate that feeling
my labels moving and i'm not gaining
i cant stand running, its never ending
i'm just skipping a rope they're holding
i never talk to it
remind the world of what i'm not
i'm caught in myself, yourself
i'd like to fuck myself all day long they like to sit and think
but the fact remains i've no time at all to
play
not today
youth
away
sitting in the back seat of an automobile
racing to my old age with no one at the wheel
sitting in for my face something no one can trace
until they see the words
gradient grey to grey packagaed in red blue yellow
a mean green bunch of trees tickle the toes of a
winter sky the san francisco cold sets in to remind
me i forgot my jacket seeing craig at the market
reminds me i'm not in san francisco
let me go