Shut your eyes nose mouth ears as we lay here in the pitch dark
A sticky darkness
Leave that at home as we run through brambles like deer
I wish we had smoked like the cool girls in the movies
The special, unique ones?
Life isn't always a movie, yeah?
Candy in her hair
Sweet sticky sacharrine sucking in my veins
Wipe the shit grin off your face its time to grow old
I wish you had smoked like the cool girls in the movies
Life was a little too much like a movie, yeah?
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Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
