Regarding The Walmart Parking Lot On 88th Street – Dad Thighs – letras

The smell of industrial paint and magnoliaFill the warm summer night airWe reminisce old meadowsOnce full of lifeNow they’re parking lotsAbandoned shopping cartsCrows picking at discarded wrappersThey were empty and pureThe world hints at our numbered daysAnd we revel in it(Creating a perfect bubble toBe ignorant inTaking romance as a drugIt’s not only killing me)We’ve created this crumbling fortressNow we lie our bodies in this filthLet it take overLet it take over