Breakdown

Breakdown

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Waiting here
Looking at the stars
Watching all the pretty people
Climb in all the pretty cars.

The sun's creepin up
With the numbers on the clock,
It's got me second guessin
If I'm really waiting for you
Or if it's all just a show
'Cause my car wont start
And my doors- they just wont lock.

This old four stroke engine
Never won a race;
Make a lot of noise, but it
Never took first place.
I used to hear it bangin' round my chest, now,
A friendly little growl,
I hope it only takes a rest, now, baby,
I haven't heard it in a while.

I ain't burnin' diesel, baby,
and I ain't burning coal.
I ain't burnin' much now, maybe
That's why I'm so cold.

© 2016 i.am.the.sun.


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Added on July 16, 2016
Last Updated on July 16, 2016
Tags: cold, love, night, car, engine, heart, tired, alone

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i.am.the.sun.
i.am.the.sun.

Burnaby, Thugz mansion, Canada



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