Superstar

All the seasons go the same
Outside the arcade no change
Rows and rows of cars afleeing
Down the freeway come askidding
To a halt
To sit and cool
While we watch
Inside the booth

I know I know
I know what you said
Look at me look at me
I am a mess

All this way to face a woman
Posting in a tiny circle
No more touching We're a yard apart

In your seat
You're done so quickly
Outside the sun Shines brightly

I know I know
I know what you said
Look at me
Look at me
I am a superstar


I am a superstar
I am a superstar
I am a superstar
I am a superstar
I am a superstar
I am a superstar
I'm not ordinary Friend.

by Livingdead | Friday 31 July 2009 6:10am | This entry is not filed against any categories | permalink | 0 comments

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