i found you grieving in the grass
sky blood water color
My friends are working on avoiding me
So when we meet
A good man doesn't drink
And I've been drinking alone
So what
Brooklyn boy, born and raised
Chopping lines, hey hey
It's my birthday
It's
I'd give myself a hand if I were you
The right
The bricks get laid and they get torn up
And laid
You carry the beach in your way-too-short hair
That you shaved
i'm looking at you through a wine glass.
i'm watching the
The moralist on the mountaintop
The cap gun cowboy caught playing
you always wanna be told you're right
maybe i got sick
I saw your haircut in a storefront:
The choppy sides and
I found my fickle friend out in the alley way.
He
I think I thought so much about losing you
That I
The longer that I'm out here the better you sound
You're
sleep peacefully.
like the way you look this morning.
with faith in
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