LOVE CAN’T GROW
FROM SIDEWALK CRACKS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH RAIN
NO MATTER HOW MUCH LIGHT
SUN SHOWERS ARE MY SIGN
THAT SOMETHING WILL PROPAGATE
FROM THE HURT AND THE HATE
THAT WE’RE SUFFERING FROM
MY HEAD IN THE SAND
ONLY DIRT UNDERSTANDS
CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU
WHICH IS BLACK, BARREN LAND
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
LOVE CAN’T GROW
FROM SIDEWALK CRACKS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH RAIN
NO MATTER HOW MUCH LIGHT
SUN SHOWERS ARE MY SIGN
THAT SOMETHING WILL PROPAGATE
FROM THE HURT AND THE HATE
THAT WE’RE SUFFERING FROM
MY HEAD IN THE SAND
ONLY DIRT UNDERSTANDS
CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU
WHICH IS BLACK, BARREN LAND
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