drags me below
creates a home out of me
your mind's on overdrive,
and youre on my roof
the color of the morning
dusk matches your bed sheets.
rugedy players need to practice
their technique. hot sun burns the grass that
was protective to their knees and now they
fall fast and hard; scared like a bull in a gun fight.
you and i have now began to swim seperately.
i make rivers with my eyes
i felt the earth crack
it's hard to breath when you don't know how to make oxygen by yourself
i lit a match once just to see how long it would burn.
then i lit another one and laid it on the grass.
i know you'd say it was stupid. fucking stupid.
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