30 Billion Afternoons


asphalt roads, concrete plateaus
spread around my house
mother kicks her minivan
i guess she's been locked out

convenience stores, unlocked front doors
girls that melt in the sun
stuck inside with my bright new bride
a million faces in one

sixty billion stars for you to steal
thirty billion afternoons to kill
still you feel as if i've stole your time
i'm sure my closet full of clocks won't change your mind

-Matt

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