8.12.10

flat days (you lift me up) / not worth, will just take...

your mouth, my month
your breath changes beat
when a season sail so far
that it fall over the edge

you are
eating different things

the stuff
that grow in that climate

at the time
so you can keep growing

reach for
the stars

__________________

your lips, my lies
they're bouncy
make me touch the sky
escape from reality
and let time pass
though I don't deserve it
haven't done any work
though I don't deserve it
I'm just some dork
but well, maybe I do
because, in the end, it
doesn't give me any good
when I open my eyes again
everyone that was around is
gone

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