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Big Kids-Lets Make More Plans

Postcards in the basement,
collecting dust like ghostowns,
old ink settling into the foundation,
meant to send them tuesday,
exactly two years ago,
just to let you know how much 
I was missing you then, 
still am, naked and dirty, alone again,
how did this happen,
had so many plans,
with so many friends,
they still count,
we still count,
they still haunt me, in my sleep,
old man in an cold bar,
sure he had big dreams before,
soaking his brittle bones, 
to forget his regrets,
stalked the underbelly of this one land,
found salvation in the journey,
well lets do it again and again, 
and again and again and again,
before it’s too late,
before time runs out,
find home in a house that never stays put,
where plans never get put on hold,
they still count,
we still count,
they still count me, in my sleep,
they still count,
we still count,
they still haunt me, in my sleep.

My favorite Big Kids jam. Yer skatin

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