graze the freckles on your knees
secret messages in the summer breeze
carved out words on a wooden fence
TRUER WORDS in future tense
leave me today...
when green fades i'd rather go
wish me away...
there's no way i'd ever know
the stars are fucking right!
i'm not good enough to be in love
far past fit or fight
last long song, nothing to speak of... oh
but now you rest your head indoors...
could sour be sweet on a different day?
maybe we could meet in another way...
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