Bagheera
Not Chasing Ghosts
It always comes one time a year when the wrecking ball feels nearso grab some Visine and some coins, we're headed for the coastwe'll deftly navigate the maze of interstatea thousand cars, a billion stars, still running from our ghostsbut when we got there, we stood surprised and surrounded by debrisit seems the boardwalk and the arcade were swallowed by the seaour pocket's weighed down with Washington's severed head was no reliefGod bless those high scores forever lost in this coin-op tragedy
From Letras Mania