"Litter"
(Brad Kleiman)
I chased after airplanes,
tiptoes toward the sky
I fell down the runway,
with scrapes upon my thighs
Took to writing letters
You, know, the litter on your floor
Didn't feel much better,
so I wrote some more
I treaded in the fountain
that reversed the hands of time
Was 28 and counting,
and I still walked out 29
Took to writing letters,
the litter on your floor
Didn't feel much better,
so I wrote some more