home is watercolor sunsets and heatstroke
street lights on the river we all dreamed of jumping in and drifting through
the saltwater dark nights spent talking about what it would be like to get away
i crave burning orange peels and christmas’s that sweat like summer
now my nose burns from melted ice during smoke breaks
the people here are painted with gratitude toward the nothing they’ve experienced
-home doesn’t have a name
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
home is watercolor sunsets and heatstroke
street lights on the river we all dreamed of jumping in and drifting through
the saltwater dark nights spent talking about what it would be like to get away
i crave burning orange peels and christmas’s that sweat like summer
now my nose burns from melted ice during smoke breaks
the people here are painted with gratitude toward the nothing they’ve experienced
-home doesn’t have a name
it’s been three months and i forget what you look like
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