Pretty Park

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I'm walking away.

I feel your wet eyes pierce my back,

but I can't care so I keep going.

What would you want me to do?

Is that a stupid question?



So I just walk

till I can't feel my feet anyore.

That's the way I always do.



Now the park is pretty.

So pretty I'll never leave.

And you wonder why?

That's a stupid question.



Don't worry, I miss it all.

This aint that much better.

Maybe this will drive me worse.

But you know how I am.

I'm singing in the park,

but I don't care so I keep singing.



It's a good cover up-cover up my pain.

I still love you, all the others too.

I'll see you again-maybe soon.

But it may take awhile.

We'll see.



I may change my mind,

but I still care so I'll keep drinking

till you leave my head.

For one drunken moment,

I'm sure it's all worth it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this drunk, in the park, after I moved to Tallahassee. It goes out to all the people I miss from back home.

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