With a twinkle in my eye I believed that we
Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proud
So everyone grabs
She peels off her tiny white dress while
Laying out tomorrow's
Like another you or another me
Somebody else's mother living on
When your floated love bloated into my space
Did you ever
Take from you lie to you waiting for you to
Mr. Optimistic Mr. Big Help go to Hell
Drugged out hippie
Failure is just a part of it
No matter how hard
I'm feeling full of feeling; a little grey
a bit of
The big threads make no sound they go deaf with
Day to day
Disaster always comes your way
Day after day
I wish
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