we're lost in big cities. we hide in our rooms with stashes of granola bars to survive the winter. we're too scared to bite of more than we could possibly chew from this apple.

how could i possibly be alone with all these people around me? going big in fast cities. we're not crying we're smoking, we're not scared we're just the flash, we keep our thunderbolts in our boots, we're not fast we're just home, we're not nervous only alone.

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i try my best in brown chairs and brown desks. i try my best with men, i try my best with myself.