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Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines I spoke in tongues of laughter in the fields of chlorimine My bones are broken bruises as i'm missing you as mine But I don’t want to go back to you. I look up at squinting blue eyes in an autumn meadow Stare at the widows in the aquamarine sky I’m tired of it’s blinding rays I'm tired of begging myself to be More stable More subtle More sweet Like a Valencia picture tacked up on to a cardboard wall When I’m cracking around the edges Of being the woman who I’m not again I think I’ll just cry tonight Through the cravings of my mania On fascination street ******* and alive Singing by the ocean Trying to survive I think I’ll just die tonight They always leave me when I’m silent Swerving on the highways wild and fragile Fading in to outer space Losing track of time   Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines But I don’t want to go back to you.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Lexi
Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines I spoke in tongues of laughter in the fields of chlorimine My bones are broken bruises as i'm missing you as mine But I don’t want to go back to you. I look up at squinting blue eyes in an autumn meadow Stare at the widows in the aquamarine sky I’m tired of it’s blinding rays I'm tired of begging myself to be More stable More subtle More sweet Like a Valencia picture tacked up on to a cardboard wall When I’m cracking around the edges Of being the woman who I’m not again I think I’ll just cry tonight Through the cravings of my mania On fascination street ******* and alive Singing by the ocean Trying to survive I think I’ll just die tonight They always leave me when I’m silent Swerving on the highways wild and fragile Fading in to outer space Losing track of time   Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines But I don’t want to go back to you.
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femininefiction
23/F/Cocoa Beach, Florida
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
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