Swivel.
Maybe it's more of a short wish.
Gets no weight.
Sure.
Maybe it's more of a short wish,
because it felt like a fast dream and it's torturous.
Metamorphosis, so there must be more to this.
Me and you saw.
This ain't the same poem you record.
Maybe it's more of a short wish,
because it felt like a fast dream and it's torturous.
Metamorphosis, so there must be more to this.
Me and you saw.
This ain't the same poem you record.
This type of tragedy's familiar,
like Hamlet and Ophelia.
The vanity of the forbidden lust of bald
love dealers was filled in harbor waterfews.
We usually lay nice,
spark moonlight,
summer,
June's hotter than summer.
Our love has been
cold as bark.
Put your moves aside, your wounded pride.
That's what we're for.
That's right.
Maybe it's more of a short wish,
because it felt like a fast dream and it's
torturous.
Metamorphosis, so there must be more to this.
Me and you saw.
This ain't the same poem you record.
Such a silly world is dressed up like a pretty girl.
It's the end of twirl of the living pearlescent.
Flying birds singing words like the singing city.
I gave a real poetry.
That's me.
Maybe it's more of a short wish,
because it felt like a fast dream and it's torturous.
Metamorphosis, so there must be more to this.
Me and you saw.
This ain't the same poem you record.
Maybe it's more of a short wish, because it felt
like a fast dream and it's torturous.
Metamorphosis, so there must be more to this.
Me and you saw.
This ain't the same poem you record.