im burning out on our fire sails
hard-bordered waves and pencil wasted oceans
how funny it would be to be a star
millions apart but still in sight
ill grow and peak and die
caught in your eye
shot and seemingly existing forever
ill tell you its been 43 minutes
and not much has changed
keep your boat at bay in the middle of the lake
i hoped youd build that
literal on-the-water home
just to look me in the eyes
every night
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
im burning out on our fire sails
hard-bordered waves and pencil wasted oceans
how funny it would be to be a star
millions apart but still in sight
ill grow and peak and die
caught in your eye
shot and seemingly existing forever
ill tell you its been 43 minutes
and not much has changed
keep your boat at bay in the middle of the lake
i hoped youd build that
literal on-the-water home
just to look me in the eyes
every night
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