Saturday night I'm staying silent for men who think they're clever. Congregations of children with nothing better to do.
Echoes of our Hallmark love is now in transit with this big hero almost ending. The door slams and puts brakes on our Big Finish while each coin is reprimanded.
For every hour of school you miss a pizza's abandoned. Breaking waves on my shoulders, I never imagined you'd be the one to expire in my California.
Charlie waits for us in the airplane, while Thomas and Callan still chat. You purse your lip and bite on your fingers, but you don't realize that I remind you of guilt.
Anguish and islands, stars on the inside's of your eyelids.
And blood in your underwear.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Saturday night I'm staying silent for men who think they're clever. Congregations of children with nothing better to do.
Echoes of our Hallmark love is now in transit with this big hero almost ending. The door slams and puts brakes on our Big Finish while each coin is reprimanded.
For every hour of school you miss a pizza's abandoned. Breaking waves on my shoulders, I never imagined you'd be the one to expire in my California.
Charlie waits for us in the airplane, while Thomas and Callan still chat. You purse your lip and bite on your fingers, but you don't realize that I remind you of guilt.
Anguish and islands, stars on the inside's of your eyelids.
And blood in your underwear.
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