The sight of you, cheap, mistreated.
I breathe what you shed ...
the surfing kisses perfectly humid, comfortableness .
A day or two, one song or a million
the crazed feeling grows so that it can fade into
crystal memory
I can feel the breeze IN your eyes
the smoke of their burnt pretension
I escape when you wonder by my side
your not even close to paradise
But i want to stay in your arms
I could've give you happiness
I could've held your ego, let it sit for a while...
but we broke the engine. that wasn't even supposed to start.
empty as it rolls through sand
you have a nice smile.
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