Orange tangerines
I want your anger
You’re going to get her
Any girl you want
Your charm you find so easy to flaunt
We’re standing on Lake & Vermont, waiting lazily
Hazily
For the crisp white of the little man on the stoplight
Telling us to
Hurry
Go faster
You got this
Move past her
She’s beneath you, it seems
Every Friday she rips apart at the seems
So stupid to cause such a scene
You look the other direction, you’re mine
You’re mine
You’re mine
In two’s, in three’s
At three hundred degrees
I want, to feel real, with you
Happily
Wearing tweed
You play violin
I don’t know what to think, so I stay quiet
Quiet
I’m scared to stay around here
I don’t know if my impulsiveness is triggered by you or me
Remember Frankford & Lamonte
Maybe when your arms were around me you had a thought to yourself somewhere along the lines of wanting to be my lover
Or was it for another?
I only take in one of your aspects at a time to protect myself
From
That word like ice cold doves
A thousand times over because we’re under the weather
I stole your favorite sweater
Wear it at night to cloth me in something that rhymes with
Ice cold dove
Sitting on the balcony
My Marlboros, don’t get mad this time
Me and you are drinking wine
In twenty minutes I will be just fine
Whisper you’re mine, you’re mine
Like the hibiscus on the passenger side
Like when everything turned baby blue and I decided to hide
Never come alive
It’s not tragic, it’s just
It’s just
It
We’re happy, we’re rolling around like a little girl’s dolls
I like that bank printer font on your iPhone screen front
Saw me when I was polishing the storefront
Where I sell books for people who are merchants from Venice
Something like – forget it
Don’t sweat it
A thousand times over because’s we’re under the weather
I stole your favourite sweater
Wear it at night to cloth me in something that rhymes with
Ice cold dove
Sitting on the balcony
My Marlboros, don’t get mad this time
I’m sweet and smoky like rosemary & wild thyme
See you in the summertime
Ice cold dove
Sitting on the balcony
My Newports, don’t get mad this time
Sweet cherry & lime
Ice cold dove
Sitting on the balcony
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