Moths

Put me in your stomach Chew me up and spit me out I think American psycho said it best "Stop sounding so fucking sad" It's been raining all morning I wake up to the sweet smell of your bed head hair I'll kiss your hand til the sunrise Because if you stay here with me The sun will shine And I will smile to spend the time with you Stand in your kitchen Listen to the Beatles on your record player Dance like goblins I'll kiss your lips to yellow submarine Listen to the songs I played I talk about your hair in each one I can hear the sound of whistles blowing Running down the street to catch the bus I can come to your house We can listen to knocked loose all night Yell at the wretched sun I hope this all makes it to you over seas You're in London and I'm forgotten Hear my voice and catch it in your hands Hold it delicately like a baby bird I'm so happy to see you now I can wait for all of time You're in luck because I'm forgetting

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