4/25/19

Telepathic Robots


All I wanna do is fly.
Fly around the world.

All I wanna do is cry.
Cry out for that girl.

I can't hit the brakes.
Brakes won't do me no good.

Look at all those fakes.
Faking out my neighborhood.

Some got sweet green eyes.
Eyes that make you blind.

Some seem much too shy.
Too shy to be unkind.

Walked her to her car.
Parked in the parking lot.

Under a million stars.
Like telepathic robots.

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