Unlearn me
Ditch what I read
Behind what I heard
Look, find, free
Yet,
Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing in else
You crawl in bed, it's 3 a.m.
You smell of wine
This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and
Does it make you Indie? Does it make you proud?
To
I heard a word from 'On high'
Glare like a light
I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
It's unkind
The fact that you you think you can
Speak to me
No, you're not the first to fall apart
But always the
Met my match today
Felt the blood rushing and mingling
A curious
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all
Take a bow, pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing
Nice car, where'd you get your ride?
A trophy, badge of
Floatin' 'round my brain
Tryin' to think about another thing
Than that
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