The days get shorter and the nights get cold
I like the autumn but this place is getting old
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most
I like songs about drifters - books about the same
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane
I know that startin' over's not what life's about
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
Yep, it's cliche to quote song lyrics. But hey, if I could write poetry this good, I would. But I can't. So get off it.
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