blackberry roads
it smells just like blackberries on the highway
smoke and daydreams
mental breakdowns in the backseat
staring out the window
you watch the world go by until you start to get dizzy
you watch the world go by until you don’t know what you’re doing
yeah you’re fifteen, and you’re confused
so you’re reading all the books you can find
pray to god you can pay off the overdue fines
you stand there, and you watch from the sidelines
work on your note-taking skills
you are cynical and dreaming
black-eyed and bruised
and sometimes you cry like a baby
when you lose your keys
or check the news
i write my poems in second person
‘cause i can’t stand to see myself in you
I’ve been getting a lot better at guitar, and I can totally imagine this as a spoken word track–with some guitar in the background, and an old-timey vintage feel to it? I don’t know–I wanted to write a piece that encapsulated my summer, and this ended up being it.
Lorna