felt that rush at about 1:28
pm of coarse, nothing good comes of the afternoon.
not with us anyway.
the night is 'where we at'.
you know the streetlights and shooting stars that shine like they know something we don't.
our muse is something beautiful.
and i'm sitting next to mine right now.
if its what you need, we've got it here
if it breathes, grows, or moves we've written a song about it
and we are sure we will do you proud this time around.
were anchors down on a sinking ship
and i know you know your baggage floats
so stop with the 'save me', could you really blame me
when all we need right nows 'amen'
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