La Cienega

His favorite ride, is the merry-go-round
He'll run and hide, and never leave this town
What's stirring inside, wants to make a sound
But a lackluster mind, always keeps him down

You've come too far
To fall apart
Do you call this art?
Too afraid to try
And you ask yourself why
It always ends like this
You'll catch your break
In that shit you take
Better learn your place

Now he says, to quit that beer
This stuff here, will wash away your tears
He wanted this so bad, but now that it's here
He only dreams of what, he had

Beneath the shade
That failure has made
Lies an unmarked grave
A movie star
In no picture so far
Just a head of cheer
In a room of eels
You tap your heels
And find you're, all alone



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Phegley
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