always the same old friends because the young get taken
want to get scratched when you're inside by yourself
go outside
they filled up the cracks but without enough time to leave a handprint
watching people smile when they open the front door
dressed and ready to go
you just need a ride down the coast
but that's not what they were looking for
at the sandlot, the dead grass is litter, forests are palm trees
run round bases
make it home before they know you left
oceanside, lakefront, with a view
the water's calmwhat you expected, but not wanted, like you
but the beach house was always empty
and it's a long walk home
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