20 Ft. Up

A shooting star

Just twenty feet up

I'm like a prisoner in my car

Willing to try things I'll never admit



I think i'm going to be sick

I'm bent out of shape

My bone head is full of it

She saw her car lift up off of the lawn

Is it a sign or is she a fraud?

I don't know



A shooting star

Just twenty feet up

I'm like a prisoner in my car

Willing to try things I'll never admit