Street

I'm waiting on the steps
I'm staring at the glass
Throwing rocks at the siding
And pulling up the grass

You're locking up the door
You shutter the garage
Dry rain on the windshield
A scatterbrained collage

The parking lot is hot
The sun is pouring in
My drink is spilling over
You're stifling a grin

The city's looking bright
Branches line the street
The cul-de-sac is quiet
We're driving through the leaves

I walked outside and sat back down
I breathed in real deep and blew it back out
I slept upstairs
I changed my hair
I stood up and grew it back out



Credits
Writer(s): Hammad Imam
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