steven

the cut rate mime walking through the dirty streets of paris in the hot august heat...sun melting the fake smile away...just looking for a place to stay...the actress gave up all her old dreams and traded up, now she is a queen...royal families don't have time for that shit, your crystal ball, you keep it hid...the tractor trailer driver radios, "help me someone i'm out here all alone"...truck driving the black night away, praying for the light of day...the kid in the mall works at hot dog on a stick...his hat is a funny shape, his heart is a brick...taking your order he will look away, he doesn't have a thing to say...but me i'm feeling pretty good as of now...i'm not so sure when i got here or how...sun melting the fake smile away...i think you know, i'll be okay...