It used to be me and you walking down the street feelin' the beat of our hearts skipping a beat.
Rat a tat tat.
Becoming one now we are dividing into two.
What are we supposed to do.
We are walkin' to the beat of a different drummer and the lead has left the band for another.
We set our sights so high to fall so hard on this cold concrete.
Rumble tumble tumble.
Screech crash
As the cars try to avoid our mess.
Clean this up before it is on the 6 o'clock on the dot.
Tick tock no more wasting time on my dime.
I will be fine.
For I see the path not yet taken and it is paved in wildflowers.
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