EDIT: Not very good. I never write words first. Normally it's an all at once process.
I just wrote this stream of consciousness. I will attempt to put it to music sometime this week. We will see what comes of it.
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Someone told me
There's a hidden spot
Where the poets used to kill
They sacrificed
So the rest of us could feel
But you never liked to read
And I remember your bare foot
On your parents steps
Plotting the ways
We could get away
And I'd run just as fast as I could
Before I learned to drive
And you'd swear that this was the way
And that we would never die
But by that Summer's end
We'd both die again and again
And I'd see you with his
Personalized license plate
And you never learned to read
Your geographical tongue
Blossomed in strawberries
And I burned the invitation
That my mother tried to hide
And now you're in a pyramid scheme
Selling vitamins by mail
I heard you taught Sunday class
In midland Ohio
Do they know what we used to do at night
Did you tell them about the lake
And I'd run just as fast as I could
Before I learned to drive
And you'd swear that this was the way
And that we would never die
But by that Summer's end
We'd both die again and again
And I'd see you with his
Personalized license plate
lil I hope you're not tired of these shout outs. But lots of hockey here :$
this has a lot of cool ideas, TNG! I think there's a lot to be happy about and your judgement in your edit is inaccurate.
Thanks, here is the other one I made tonight for the remainder lyrics: