gnashing;
my fingers are frustration white
and in the picture you gave me I see honesty
your eyes avoid the shutter but the flash reflects off of your heart
bruised knees and swaying trees, it's out there
the explanation game
high and dry is the fashion trend
you went off the script and improvised
aw, baby girl
where's the message I'm looking for
I'm planning on having you as a big part of my future
yeah, this crooked smile is anything but.
who would ever do this
who
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