Do rainbows gather of their own accord
Or is it up to you to chase them down?
Join the circle of strange
Sing stories of trains come and gone
57 til the black strap
Clown aggro with the snipe snap
Trade a tail pipe for a white tab
Gave Ocala all the light back
All the crusties scream at the night
Thrown hands caught by the campfire
Drunk on whatever beggars delight
Anyway Anarchists never know why they fight
And the campfires scatter off into the forest
Flickering Like fallen constellations
Still burning to remind the moon
That falling isn’t necessarily an end
When you leave the sky behind
The ground can be your heaven
And the sooner you forget
The sooner you can sleep
brokeMC 