My feet are cold
somewhere there are birds kissing and loving
But not the ones in my chest
Somewhere that isn't here but is somewhere close and very similar to here clarity comes in the form of colored cotton sheets and an overly loud laundry machine
You never open your eyes as much as they twitch
I thought the clouds would be fluffy
but they just brought the rain
somewhere there are birds kissing and loving
But not the ones in my chest
Somewhere that isn't here but is somewhere close and very similar to here clarity comes in the form of colored cotton sheets and an overly loud laundry machine
You never open your eyes as much as they twitch
I thought the clouds would be fluffy
but they just brought the rain
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