Home grown boy heart in city leaps. Starry eyed goldie locks, Girl swing so pretty, sleeps poetic shares the world with a fuzed up smile You’d probably get it, took time to talk a while opportunist’s Whit in hand and hesitation’s fresh beneath froth. Cool carbonation sensations on flesh exchanges conversation to burst back to the farthest room girl roams to imagined nights with you rather, to the midnight moon shone across the floor
Rhythms seem to change suddenly, not sure if it's all over the place or how i feel about it.