i shouldn't but i drag and it alleviates my doubts
And slight inebriation takes the edge off darker thoughts
It started with a kiss and ended with a tired cliché
And dried mud on my brand new shoes will never go away
Iambic beats dance through my headspace
When you start to play
and just because it’s automatic i will sway
toss my hair pretend i care
when will you walk away
we stopped for water tried to order
only traffic lights keep us at bay
...just playing. feedback welcome. getting back on the horse, maybe. eh.
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