gaslit streams of dreams
and now you're psychedelic
soaking in highs and higher you're
throwing me over the bridge
and under a bus but
_>is that a bucatti?_
and im telling you
_>no, its just another dead thing_
and that seems to catch your blown eyes for a moment
because you smile at me
as if I can't already see the phosphenes dancing behind your gaze but
not before you say
_>what if we could make it one?_
and now i'm smiling too because
_>who's to stop us?_
the night seemed impossible and
unfortunately, we were still awake.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
gaslit streams of dreams
and now you're psychedelic
soaking in highs and higher you're
throwing me over the bridge
and under a bus but
_>is that a bucatti?_
and im telling you
_>no, its just another dead thing_
and that seems to catch your blown eyes for a moment
because you smile at me
as if I can't already see the phosphenes dancing behind your gaze but
not before you say
_>what if we could make it one?_
and now i'm smiling too because
_>who's to stop us?_
the night seemed impossible and
unfortunately, we were still awake.
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