Run.

I glued your words to my forhead.
And forgot my tomorrow.
So if you would find me in a corner somewhere.
Just take me home.

I left my heart in the streetlight.
To find another to borrow.
So if you stuble across a shadow out there.
That's where I roam.

I went out in the night.
Cause I thought I could fly.
But I left my wings there on the sidewalk.
I'm a fugitive mess.
In a shiny white dress.
Who lost her words and desire to talk.


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