Tuesday, September 29, 2009

a forest combed in city blocks, i wanna walk to you
past posted tresspassing
to where the ground meets the moon
the police won't shut me down

no...ive been locked up once before,
nothins keepin me from you my love,
you’re my favorite crackwhore
cause lately i’ve been missin you
like Z├ęphuros misses the east
i hope you know i’d die for youi wouldnt even die for this fuckin country.
so glad you dont do anythin you can to make money
someday i’ll buy a fancy ring and those shoes you thought were pretty
the seagulls pick over what i lost but up aheads the bay and the docks
they croon
i’d miss my friends i thought.
i hope i see you soon.

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