The Beaver-Ization of the Americas
Can this thing go any faster?
At this rate, we’ll all be left behind
Cheers to our philosophy
of this could be our “perfect disaster”
Running power lines through empty cities
It felt like we could take on the world if we wanted to
I miss those feelings
fading, fading
How could something so real
slip away from me?
Wandered into a fairytale
I’m scared if I open my eyes,
it’ll all go away
I’m calling for something real
At this rate, we’ll all be left behind
I’m calling you back
hoping my advice
can be your immediate relief team
But unironically,
I’ll fall harder and faster than you will
I only hate you
‘cause you’re more forgiving than I could
ever wish to be
Can this thing go any faster?
At this rate,
I’d rather be left behind
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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