Art History

Dreams we lost to the summer, I will miss The better home, that place you wanted, to be in The dream of such seems above Dream of being alive in your own wake Leaving all your prayers at him Never take it in, not today When it feels like too dark And

Los Angeles, arrived The people talk, people talk now The voices stick inside your head They make you wait now for so long All the day you're on the tracks You wore a flower to impress A little more than the less Told you once now you're lost, lost W