Dude, You Look So 90's

Teeth set on edge.
Waits for the come-down.
Lost in the back-round,
Lost in the sound.

Eyes cold and bare.
The room was a spare.
Lost in the back-round,
Lost in the sound.

Three years in process.
Known to the public.
Libel like slander.
Drawn like a rubric.
Re-tell these stories.
To those who may care.
Ignoring the glances,
Of those who may stare.

Lost in the back-round.

Roads and autos, they all travel.
Destination our fascination.

Collect your belongings,
onto the next.
These things that you wished for,
This is the test.
Three years in process,
Traveled miles.
The presence in process,
All shall see.

Roads and autos, they all travel.
Destination our fascination.

Estoy perdido.



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Gaworski
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