It's something about today
when the light hit the metal frame.
That the dashboard gave way
to the steering wheel specked with clay.
Timeless as a new day,
promises of great getaways.
Can we make it if we stay?
Catch your last haunted train,
bubbles bursting down a drain.
A candle will flicker out its flame,
I'm sorry it can't be tamed,
evaporating like summer rain.
It'll never be the same,
but I've got everything to gain.
Don't make it just a game,
they're just pictures without frames!
Don't make it another game,
guessing facts or remembering names.
I can't play anymore games.
I don't like to lose.
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