today is friday
let me hop in the meadow like a grasshopper
in a mood that's special for losers only
and i hope where my little journey ends
will be shrine of my petite grasshopper legs
trees, and asphalt accompanying me
let me start again
today is friday
will those who rejoice share in the sorrow of those who grieve?
let me know like i am two eyes
witnessing
but never cry
looking for its other half
i miss you
the ability to see in two
today is friday
but for some reason
i have this childish hope
that i will find you tomorrow
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
today is friday
let me hop in the meadow like a grasshopper
in a mood that's special for losers only
and i hope where my little journey ends
will be shrine of my petite grasshopper legs
trees, and asphalt accompanying me
let me start again
today is friday
will those who rejoice share in the sorrow of those who grieve?
let me know like i am two eyes
witnessing
but never cry
looking for its other half
i miss you
the ability to see in two
today is friday
but for some reason
i have this childish hope
that i will find you tomorrow
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