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erica johnson cracks me up. i'm talking to her right now and we're in a tent. not literally, fools.
Tonight, we'll dream that we're
weightless upon a heavenly field.
Our spirits will join and
we'll cry cold tears
to reveal who we are.
With eight equal sides,
we'll clasp our hands so tight
and feel our lives race
after an all-knowing,
all-enveloping sight.
Our song is heard by single
entities of stars and airplanes,
flying and standing still,
keeping with their own free will
to be whatever they wish.
Will we ever feel this good again?
My life tangles up in leafy
vines that catch my tongue
in the act of breaking down.
We'll leave an empty room with
stale tears on our cheeks,
and realize that the moment
mattered. That this was some
kind of answer.
i absolutely love being comfortable.
Tonight, we'll dream that we're
weightless upon a heavenly field.
Our spirits will join and
we'll cry cold tears
to reveal who we are.
With eight equal sides,
we'll clasp our hands so tight
and feel our lives race
after an all-knowing,
all-enveloping sight.
Our song is heard by single
entities of stars and airplanes,
flying and standing still,
keeping with their own free will
to be whatever they wish.
Will we ever feel this good again?
My life tangles up in leafy
vines that catch my tongue
in the act of breaking down.
We'll leave an empty room with
stale tears on our cheeks,
and realize that the moment
mattered. That this was some
kind of answer.
i absolutely love being comfortable.