i'm the cinnamon star-struck lotus-eating speck
on your windshield... driving out the demon
in your blind-spot
guess you can see me too... but you'd rather not yet
that'd be too real... diving like walking
is what 'other people' do
but we're not... anything less
at all the
parties
kiss me and i'll be fine.
but if i
know you -
and i think
i do
then this
don't mean i love you
( Love You )
it only means
i could
Eternal...like fruitcake and the sky
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
i'm the cinnamon star-struck lotus-eating speck
on your windshield... driving out the demon
in your blind-spot
guess you can see me too... but you'd rather not yet
that'd be too real... diving like walking
is what 'other people' do
but we're not... anything less
at all the
parties
kiss me and i'll be fine.
but if i
know you -
and i think
i do
then this
don't mean i love you
( Love You )
it only means
i could
Eternal...like fruitcake and the sky
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