a cleaner liquid for the glass house we were in
when the dance didn't stop us
noticing
that that last chance was somewhere back
between the iron ivy or the heavy palms
with my keys in my hand and my ears covered softly
i'm trying to get back in to the glass house
where the ceiling shattered the glass crashed
hoping to meet you on the other side
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
a cleaner liquid for the glass house we were in
when the dance didn't stop us
noticing
that that last chance was somewhere back
between the iron ivy or the heavy palms
with my keys in my hand and my ears covered softly
i'm trying to get back in to the glass house
where the ceiling shattered the glass crashed
hoping to meet you on the other side
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