Hammerhead
There's a balloon inflated inside me, all I wish is to float away.
Like a hammerhead
I must keep moving
There is no such thing as being still
As for me, that requires a special pill
Screw the suburbs, I want to go to New York
The bustling city, filled with art and culture
Is where the flowers will be thrown in my sepulcher
Pronounce me dead, as I don't want to keep moving
The richest coffee requires lots of brewing
Lots of time and effort required to make the brew pristine
And that's exactly what I would do
For the girl that's sweet like praline
I don't want to keep moving
I don't have the time to stop
Because I am a hammerhead shark
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Chris Gacinski
Actor, Writer, and Drummer based in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
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