these are just things that im saying
that serve me fine, they suit us well.
sitting kissing you, eating lemons.
saving money from saving the recycling.
ccause a can like that
could produce a ring, tonight alright.

this should be a desert.
a treeless spot in time.
all those kisses we forget
oh they could survive.
but the sun would be so
brutal against my heart.

for we have not seen it in days.



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