Miles away
There’s hopeless snules brighter than mine
And I need for you to come and go
Without the truth falling out
Old incision refusing to stay
Like sun trough the trees on a cloudy day
Telephone
Socially scared and impaired
If the trees will bloom the wind can blow
Without the fruit falling out
Feels like the wind blows
Holding you with us
She takes no other
False light and ashes
Blooming like winter
Dry eyes and crocked lips
Under the stone wall
Withdrawn and wishless
You brighter my life like a polystyrene hat
But it nelts in the sun like a life without love
But I’ve waited for you so I’ll keep cryin ’ out
Without you
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