FERN
Jump in the car, get on the road
Travel where nobody knows
No turning back, feet on the dash
Travel where nobody knows
No turning back, feet on the dash
When she offered to be helpful, she expected to be doing surgeries, not handed a broom and told to march up a bunch of stairs. The only upside is she's in good company, but that doesn't do anything to remove the actual work. "Why is it soooooooo tall," she grunts, having paused partway up the climb for a breather. Sat on one step, her back pressed against the wall, she glances up at the curving cut of stone with no visible end in sight.
This of course would be a much easier task if she were climbing the stairs on two legs and holding the broom and rag in her hands, but the only truly sensible way to go up is slapping about on her hands and toes, broom pinched between her shoulder and neck like some crooked horse.
This of course would be a much easier task if she were climbing the stairs on two legs and holding the broom and rag in her hands, but the only truly sensible way to go up is slapping about on her hands and toes, broom pinched between her shoulder and neck like some crooked horse.
Can't pay the tab, sneak out the bar
We skip towns like shooting stars
We're on the run, just living life
We skip towns like shooting stars
We're on the run, just living life








