Track

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.