As
you drop your eyes on rexy chic get the pose right and come on pilgrim
here lies all that is mortal
On
the grey scale my paradise didn't get exotic layer after layer exposed you
can't year zero transgression
Streaked
with vivid cartography through time like asphalt scrapes a dry kiss on we have
history
Broken
glass diamonds in suburbia as blunt stars tap the sides of fizzy pop I'll call
that distant sound the future
And
everywhere felt indoors but we made it to cruise night and got away with hiding
our age in vodka
In
daylight the pattern needs changes or eye make-up for now and town looks like an
off-duty barmaid
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