Your Horoscope Says:

“To everything there is a season.
​The eve is upon us.
Patience will flower beauty while impatience yields only barren fields."

I'm teaching you how a girl became a monster
All the dreams she'd hoped to spin
All the songs she'd hope to sing
On the road she drove too fast out of control

The sad and the lonely
The arms wrapped around me
The truth and the tales
All the lies we sold

We're chasing tomorrow
We're chasing fortunes
We're chasing our pasts
Trying to forget misfortunes

Never a fantasy we couldn't ruin
Fill in between lines and, true,
You'll find us running as fast
To get away from who we are

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Little ants. Tiny, little ants.

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I'm teaching you how a girl became a monster
All the dreams she'd hoped to spin
All the songs she'd hope to sing
On the road she drove too fast out of control

Your horoscope says: “You wake up with a frog in your throat. Leave it there. Reminiscence about a past decision. You are better off not making that choice. Thunder will strike, revealing the diamond in the rock.”
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We were past the highway when you realized you never knew me at all 
Regret is the word we use when we wish we could forget
So you ask
And I speak
You glance anywhere but at me
The trees reach in: soft, canary yellow appendages gliding against your skin 
As if to comfort you 
I am alone in my box, watching the scene like a bystander 
The cars weave in and out in front of you 
My words do the same, monosyllabic as they are 
Perhaps the silence held the knife 
While my words were mere menacing pinpricks 
Stoplight: blinking yellow then un-approving red 
Stop 
Exactly like a mother would scold 
Her bright-eyed child for being too eager 
Green 
You realize it might have been better not knowing me at all 


Afterall, forgetting ensures there is nothing to regret

Your horoscope says: “Take a break from studying. The numbers 6 and 2 comes to you in a dream. Play them. Do not turn left at the sign. Your destiny awaits on the right.