lazy hazy sunday noon.
orange skies
red eyes
white lies
lucid dreams in REM
we sleep inside body bags next to hearts we will never own
and we live next door to the love we will never know
stop.
put love on the backburner
you make me feel so infinite
im stuck on the math of “you” + “me”
does that equal “we”? or just wishful thinking?
i will never know what we are
(the jurys thrown out like my spine on this one)
i keep yr feet in the ground and yr head in the clouds
and you keep me in check and my mouth shut up
all i truly want is for the world to spin me away from danger
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