Stamps & Matchbooks

There are no top ten charts
In heaven or birth
We are not collecting photos
In a giants book

There are no pop stars with constellations
Or satellites
We are not filming a movie with plot
Or chase scenes

Or maybe we are...

Lost in the mall
With two broken legs
Feeling a little stressed out
Wondering why
We're on this mission
To gather stamps & matchbooks

There are no tunnels leading
From my house to your house
Separatеly we bang our heads togethеr
In unison

Each time we part ways
It's the last time till the next time
But we are not sitting watching the weeds grow
In the median