The lights come up
And everyone moves out to the sidewalk
Smiling as they all drive home
Still you wait beneath the screen alone
Heavy in a coat
Blown out in both of the pockets
Lingering dark along the dead arcade
Wasting time
Stay away
The page is way too thin
And breaking up beneath a dried out pen
There's nobody on the roads
And you have nowhere left to go
It is not slowing down
It won't go swift enough
Nothing moves
Drag through a narrow town
Landlocked and dry

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