Pumpkin Cup

The sun beats down upon the iron shore
I can't help but feel like I've been here before
Cars packed into a shrinking city block
Set up to always be watching the clock
Set up to always be at odds
Fabricated problems to distract us

Road blocks solidify, shaded streets crack
Time has codified with way we turn our backs
Brain cells calcify, altitude slacks

What are you looking for?
How much are you asking for?

Who are you looking for?
How long are you waiting for?

I'm sick of waiting on the articles and evidence
Diluting discourse with these arguments of providence
Descending further until there is no way out
Where does the time go, what's the benefit in doubt?

Circling a vague anxiety
Building out the urban sprawl
Low bridge crossing high society
Wait 'til we destroy these walls



Credits
Writer(s): Papa Squat, The Magic Treehouse
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