yellow and blue,
yellow and blue,
isn't it nice
when I think about you?
summer crickets
and somersaults,
can I really claim
that this wasn't my fault?
sprinkles of freckles
and sparkling green eyes,
were all of our days
just drawn out goodbyes?
daisy doodles
and bright white smiles
crashing my car
and sprinting for miles
sunshine lemons
and trampolines,
come to think of it,
we were so ******* mean
yellow and blue,
yellow and blue,
when the river's run dry...
what do I do?
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
yellow and blue,
yellow and blue,
isn't it nice
when I think about you?
summer crickets
and somersaults,
can I really claim
that this wasn't my fault?
sprinkles of freckles
and sparkling green eyes,
were all of our days
just drawn out goodbyes?
daisy doodles
and bright white smiles
crashing my car
and sprinting for miles
sunshine lemons
and trampolines,
come to think of it,
we were so ******* mean
yellow and blue,
yellow and blue,
when the river's run dry...
what do I do?
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