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It’s the burdens of these hallways and casual screams They sing of the results that were never meant to me Cant control the distance when the time is always off I will follow my convictions in the barroom left unlocked Keeping away the promises made through all our talk Bring about the sighs through unpleasant empty stares I bet you could make honey from shattered glass Lay all their eyes down as they make a pass If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive away to false expectations that never last If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past? Shoulder decisions to make others believe Have my shoes shined bright trim the lawn real clean Take a lonely picture with yourself and desperation Save all the innocence for a fathers blessing Tolls have laid themselves through nights that never end Depend on others broken tabs to keep the lights on I bet you could make charcoal into diamond eyes Lay them on a table for others to walk bye If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive us down those roads of all the days that have gone past If I had a 57’ chevy could I find a way to make it last You could be a pin up in a polka dotted dress Squander how both are lives remain an empty distant mess I could chauffeur you steadily through different outside towns And forget about missed autumn nights as all the leaves turn brown If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive away to false expectations that never last If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past? We have lost desire from open regrets If I had a 57’ chevy would you just forget
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
Polka Dotted Dress
It’s the burdens of these hallways and casual screams They sing of the results that were never meant to me Cant control the distance when the time is always off I will follow my convictions in the barroom left unlocked Keeping away the promises made through all our talk Bring about the sighs through unpleasant empty stares I bet you could make honey from shattered glass Lay all their eyes down as they make a pass If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive away to false expectations that never last If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past? Shoulder decisions to make others believe Have my shoes shined bright trim the lawn real clean Take a lonely picture with yourself and desperation Save all the innocence for a fathers blessing Tolls have laid themselves through nights that never end Depend on others broken tabs to keep the lights on I bet you could make charcoal into diamond eyes Lay them on a table for others to walk bye If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive us down those roads of all the days that have gone past If I had a 57’ chevy could I find a way to make it last You could be a pin up in a polka dotted dress Squander how both are lives remain an empty distant mess I could chauffeur you steadily through different outside towns And forget about missed autumn nights as all the leaves turn brown If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me? Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be. Drive away to false expectations that never last If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past? We have lost desire from open regrets If I had a 57’ chevy would you just forget
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j-m-1
35/M/Massachusetts
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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