Ativan at the Vatican (And Other Short Stories)

Great stone pines
Stand in a row
Welcoming you
But I have to go
Ruins Ahead
Airport behind
School kids running
To follow the signs

And they
Know the cliche
Rome wasn't built
In a damn day
And it's not
Going away
Kick a small rock
Back into place
And all of this grey
Will soon blow away
But I really dig
This breeze

So I sit on the lawn
To soak in the shade
Watching those clown
Try to behave
Umbrellas locked
In a big duel
I wanna join
Their teacher's the fool

And they
Know the Cliche
Never cash checks
Your body can't pay
And it's not
Going away
If you wanna stay
Get out of my way
I'm out on the fray
Off season in May
But I don't miss
Going to school

Yet I wish I still knew
Just what they could see
Castles to them
Are now bricks to me
Moments pass by
I return to my breath
I focus on life
When I'm feeling like death

And they
Know the cliche
You only live once
Don't throw it away
And that's
Just how it goes
We try to stay lit
Burn holes in our clothes
And it's not what it seems
When you wake in your dreams
And you just wanna
Get back to sleep

And we wore
Trinkets from our travels
And we hugged our contradictions
And we tried to let them go
We try to let them go
We wore
Trinkets from our travels
And we hugged our contradictions
We tried to let them go
We try to let them

Wait wait wait cut
Where are the birds
I said I needed birds
Where are the birds

That's too many birds



Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Rizzo
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