The Runaways

I want to show him places,
The places that I could call mine;

  • There is the river in my heart,
    We could keep our beer cool there;
  • There is the house to marvel at,
    Or we could just sleep in its yard;
  • There is the skyline he should feel,
    After which the sand of its beaches;
  • There is the forest in my mind,
    We could go catch snakes there;
  • There is the place you drunk and drug,
    Or we could just dance along a bit;
  • There are the colours he should smell,
    After which the air that freezes;
  • There is the only home I’ve ever had;
    We could talk of running away.
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