summertime galore | ✔

small town

i get out my bike
and go for a ride
though, everything is the same
everyday
all the time

my tires spin on this ancient ground
chipping concrete
potholes
these roads the same
never have been fixed
this town is so old.

as I reach downtown
all stores are the same
at least I can get a fresh sandwich

the pier goes out far
I walk on it
and sit down
my hand meets the rickety boards
and i hold on

I enjoy the crashing waves & windy sea
from afar
sometimes I wish
I could escape
with just one
simple boat

no one new comes to this ditch
it's like a grain of sand
on Venice Beach

the people in this town
are no better than the land
the kids are so spoiled
with their polished hands
and gucci belts
they couldn't give a care in the world
about anything else

they're so damn spoiled
their brain turn to rotten turnips
as they push kids off their feet
onto the concrete

the rumors spread like wildfire
one slip up
and you're gone for
better say your prayers
or you'll be swept at shore

there are so many
small-minded people
in this
small town.