

dreamers and suchi've got to learn to rhyme and pretend to not know it we aren't poets we just don't see the worlddreamers and such
through rose coloured glasses we make the ugly beautiful
keep going...
we don't sugar coat but like juices aid in digestion we are mere suggestion a change here a hope there a little bit jaded, but not quite outdated we are the so called poets the intellectuals dreamers and such the new lost generation
in this struggling nation