Don't be square,
Walk a bit to make you uncomfortable
Razor-sharp trees shade this ocean, lapping against the cloudy sand
Paint your pained expression on me with a whisper
My tired eyes begin wandering along beach-sleepers in their Blanket Body Bags
Different set of problems
Her to-go box looks expensive
He hopes she'll "put-out".
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
Don't be square,
Walk a bit to make you uncomfortable
Razor-sharp trees shade this ocean, lapping against the cloudy sand
Paint your pained expression on me with a whisper
My tired eyes begin wandering along beach-sleepers in their Blanket Body Bags
Different set of problems
Her to-go box looks expensive
He hopes she'll "put-out".
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