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days years months

and and and

fall hits like absinthe & I bathe in the sun

late nights

stone cold kisses

smiling in your arms

so

love me as I am

take me when you can

somebody better miss me like a tidal wave

somebody better mess this up

if they want me to find a new road

show me a new forest

my boots will still find the ladder to your treehouse

leave me to be rescued

I will only hurt till tomorrow

tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

a choice a hint of a tug on my mouth makes

give us sin & premise & a few spins of fate

find a ray of glory called tomorrow