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cheap skirts, wore sunglasses
you saw him through a dozen angles of glass window
and remembered how to feel again
the sky burned, past that shield of clouds
and laughter rarely made you cry
but the corner of his smile ruined
your immunities
blood pumping through your veins again
but it hurts where there's a phantom weight
in your heart from the hole
left from where he used to be
ancient cardiology
that says seven hundred-thirty is two years too many
and then you forgot how to breathe
your face was flushed in the final scene
[what is most probably the chorus]
mimicking applause, colorful kickshaws
you return affection because
the novelty of romance within destruction
if only you remembered how to function
the streetlight glows though it's midnoon
and the shush of grass rocks you to sleep
confined in trashy novel daydreams
you blur today with your drool on the page
and lose yourself to false affectivity
[repeat chorus, i guess]
i have a really simple bassline written because i can't play piano to save my life, and i like the melody i've created for it. maybe i'll record it out of sheer want for tomatoes thrown in my direction. please to be criticising or what have you, flist 8D.
you saw him through a dozen angles of glass window
and remembered how to feel again
the sky burned, past that shield of clouds
and laughter rarely made you cry
but the corner of his smile ruined
your immunities
blood pumping through your veins again
but it hurts where there's a phantom weight
in your heart from the hole
left from where he used to be
ancient cardiology
that says seven hundred-thirty is two years too many
and then you forgot how to breathe
your face was flushed in the final scene
[what is most probably the chorus]
mimicking applause, colorful kickshaws
you return affection because
the novelty of romance within destruction
if only you remembered how to function
the streetlight glows though it's midnoon
and the shush of grass rocks you to sleep
confined in trashy novel daydreams
you blur today with your drool on the page
and lose yourself to false affectivity
[repeat chorus, i guess]
i have a really simple bassline written because i can't play piano to save my life, and i like the melody i've created for it. maybe i'll record it out of sheer want for tomatoes thrown in my direction. please to be criticising or what have you, flist 8D.