flame to the woods in the back
Gorilla glue held us closer when weather would make our lips crack
No blistex
No fear
If being law abiding was cool we’d be the lamest people here
But as the time steers
So did my tears
My pain was ignored
Later you would walk out my door
Continued pursuit that’s what the archer would do
Now your running in circles
Searching for someone’s love that has nothing to do with you
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
flame to the woods in the back
Gorilla glue held us closer when weather would make our lips crack
No blistex
No fear
If being law abiding was cool we’d be the lamest people here
But as the time steers
So did my tears
My pain was ignored
Later you would walk out my door
Continued pursuit that’s what the archer would do
Now your running in circles
Searching for someone’s love that has nothing to do with you
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