Los Angeles - Conner Youngblood

She said, «Spread forth like the Aspen line»

Knowing I can’t stay

December in California

Stuck inside LA

As we ride through walls

Watching roads resolve

Wednesday morning, miss an early flight

Drove me all the way

Stuck inside California

Knowing I can’t stay

«Stand tall like the Norway pine,»

Just to see what I would say

«Eventually, you’ll ricochet»

But she pulls me

And I can’t get much further

I’m sinking

And I dissolve