Small Brown Bike

Trains All Talk


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The trains all talk at once
And the cars will walk to work
The night is where we started
And this night is where we'll end
A thought that brings no comfort to our mess

You say, "It's always this way"
We can help our fears be faced
You say, "It's always your face"
"It reminds me of my hate"

This is the past that I have known for years
We separate our lives from all of the books
Thinking faster than my body goes
But no one else will know
You've given me a place to call my home