Last night i spoke with the taxi driver,
and i couldn't sleep, so I climbed a mountain.

Up through a dark avenue and out into the steep plains,
Grappling stones and thorns as I climbed...

I reach the summit,
and the view is beautiful,
the breeze feels good, and I bury myself in the long grass,
Staring up at the whispy night sky,
reflecting,

Love, love is a verb,
love is doing word...

So we've parted to make our own ways now, and it feels good. We had something perfect for awhile, something timeless...

So now i'll remember the good times, and maybe mourning the loss, but knowing everything is in it's right place.

Good luck boyo,
Best wishes,
jimmy.

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I'll be 19 soon, wha-heeeyyyy!
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Dancing!

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...Full moon.

...and i'm still in the thick of it, can't write about it.
I've been accused of murder, i've made my bed,
and I've never felt this numb.

Guilt.

I'm a prick.

-but-

...I feel like i've done the right thing,
So just...
Leave it there.

Leave it there.