plastichappy

september's just a trick of the eye
and the air still makes me sweat
i've been crawling along the concrete
and all my nails are scratched

the sunlight pretened to be stars
dancing on the sad lonely river
where my toes have met the bank
and i've lost my feet under mud

smacking into walls has gotten harder
the brain that hurts is not so brave
but i've got a few surprises left
and all the colors have come to fall