She says she’ll meet me at the square outside of intergrill where the should have beens mix with the never wills
Under a scattered sky, between a fate and free will and I look into her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes are so dilated and still...
You’re a chemical girl let’s call this chalice cup I felt in love with you as we were coming up. But now that evening is disposed along with amourous deceit. Cause you’re a lovely girl but just not for me.
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