I am always waiting. I have been known to waste a whole three years on something I cant explain. We are always changing, nothing we've felt has ever stayed that way. We know this so why do we say otherwise? Why bury ourselves inside?
Let's go out, and don't go off when I say this has got to end
You just thought it was beautiful, and it's rattling around in my head
Wrong address, but I addressed you with respect; dressed down from the neck up and it's for the best that you get her off your chest, you're drawing to no outs, down two points in the third, you'll agree that we should-
Go out, and not get off until the street signs end
You just thought it was beautiful, but you'd be less pretty dead, I think.
I'm found dropped in the ocean. In myself I drown.
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