It's not always perfect.
"What is it?"
-"It is."
The little things,
The mistakes,
The things that make us human,
Begin to fade.
I can't control the wood or the metal or the silence.
"Further..."
From one window to the next,
That community I cannot be part of,
Those Reindeer Games,
I don't give my advice without meaning it.
Faulty may it be,
Confused and admittedly scattered,
"My Aim Is True."
"For every season, there is a turn."
"I only wanted the best Living Situations"
"Everyday, like the horoscope."
Drive Safely.
