I feel like painting you the universe with my love streched from end to end,
I'd use vivid colors and textures if I had more than a pen
and if I had the talent to, I'd paint out my love for you,
and I'd strech my soul across the canvas, so you could see the truth.

and if I could write a song, it would be written in not too long,
filled with witty statements about how lovely you are,
and how great I've become...

but our summer bones and memories all ended at the capital,
and 'you don't listen when I don't speak, not even a little'

we were lying in the grass, and your hair looked like a lion's mane
and i'm asking for a picture of that, and all our memories,
do you remember them?
do you remember me?
do you remember anything?

do you remember our summer bones and memories all ended at the capital,
and 'you don't listen when I don't speak, not even a little'

sometimes lets make up doesn't mean lets make up.
sometimes lets make out doesn't mean lets make up.
and I learned that the hard way.
sometimes lets make up doesn't mean lets make up.

and I thought,I thought that was your best shot,
let me see your best shot,
oh let me see your best shot.
and I am not convinced I saw your best but,
I saw your best but,
oh I saw your best but our summer bones and memories all ended at the capital,
and 'you don't listen when I don't speak, not even a little'


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