A thousand galaxies have died in your eyes, wait
That was too intense
Dark brown hair
Like cocoa beans in Summer's hands
We talk everyday about mozzarella sticks
& our future living room
Random things
Day trips
You make me smile
You piss me off
You make me regret
But I love you for making me forget
There's a wine stain on my shirt
Your Xanax ingested
This got dark really quick
Our chemical romance
Makes every step a slow dance
I'm stepping out that door
Into a world
Where you can fake it
And
Time flows like an ocean
Not a water hose
I can't surf already
But you don't mind
Later Days, Longer Nights
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