Sunday, November 5

You have me in your back pocket
And you know it
So why do I go through it
Give you so much
Give up my own time
Divide my chances

We rocket through the stars like
Limousines on fire
You once held me in your arms
I could have stayed with you
Till the stubborn
Weight of your beliefs got tired.

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