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
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
Do you know how ridiculous you sound
When you say you
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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