It is beautiful when we all go our
Separate ways, all these feelings got me.
It was glamorous but now another.
Rock, paper, scissors, perfect, time is free.
We were in a small, filthy, show window.
It’s been a minute since I stepped outside;
Packed buses, another reckless drive so
I see my life loud and clear, as I tried
In the backseat, I’m talking with my friend:
This weird world, video, with new posts.
I am so sorry, but I loved the end
It is time we leave behind with our coast
You say you want this back, but I say no
We were in a small, filthy, show window.
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