In Progress

What I want is the lights to call me,

To lead me,

To bring me back to You,

Cause what I have is to have You,

The only thing that will kill me,

Is looking at you when I am not ready,

All of it has been scribbled down,

I just want to get it down,

I just want to live like its up,

I just want to ask you to grow up,

L.A. is calling you,

Getting a new car, a new bed,

Somehow everything Pomona was is past,

But I did the same thing with Kansas City,

It was the wind to call me,

Cause the ball drops tomorrow..

Lights the same,

Progress to claim..

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