You keep giving me directions
that take me through
these places that
I don't really want to go
You keep giving me directions
and each step
is taking me,
through haunted graveyards
and over people's fences
I try to tell you
how I've been
on the right side
of the law
for quite some time
You just shake your head
and smile faintly in the dark
you say, its not the law
we're hiding from,
gotta trust me
on this one
You keep giving me directions
they're leading me
through back alleys,
down burrows,
up sticky pine trees,
but who knows
where it will end?
Islands
Hallways
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