as you shot across the sky-y-y
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Well. Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow and when it’s time you’ll know. Boom. Boom. Boom. Even brighter than the moon. Moon. Moon.
What would it mean for a plastic bag to start again? Back to the grocery store? Only take advice from Ms. Katie Perry if feeling like a toxic plastic bag exploding appeals to you more than feeling like a plastic blag floating. Personally, I respect the plastic bag that catches the wind more than the plastic bag that lugs produce.
(Fireworks burn out fast. Stick to the wind.)
