from girls relaxed
she shows different
strawberries at her feet
well-worded words in her mind
synthetic cigarettes don't make the cut
shes content with 3 candles
and poetry about flowers
chili peppers linger from a time of fire
she takes away your lucky cig
and makes you question luck as a whole
closed love letters- shes already read what matters
pet cats and cry baths
shes been roped, doped, and horoscoped
its a gorgeous type of chaos