and tired
and fired up with nothing but fingertips
naked lips
silent hips
on a dream trip with my eyes open
shoveling
sundance into romance
slim chance
should have known better
could have wrote it all down in a letter
stead of living out loud and shit
always screaming bring it
fuck it
oh well
next time
next sleep
next dream
always the next one
it seems
don't bother making any sense out of me
just a stupid bulletin
like a bullet shooting out of my skin
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