wishing we could all live in songs

like the classics...roots reggae.
bob marley in a the heart of a little white girl.
i think we could all live like that.
i still picture the city streets in the rain,
and miss the way i used to run down the street
after you when you left me to go for a walk
and how i ran back to the house petrified of
what the shadows were.

until the moments those shadows bore themselves.
death in the heart of a little white girl.
and how i wish we could all live in songs.
our island in the sun.
our hollaback boy.
the things that make us giggle,
and we dribble our drinks.
nine o'clock at night and it's still not satisfying.



you drive me to drinks.