Kinda melt in summer
Cause this heat keeps us wrapped up inside
Breaking out in the summer
Breaking up just to feel alive
Now I don't even know you
Lost your name in a shitstorm I caused
Ran away to annoy you
Drank too much, threw it up and got lost
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Kinda melt in summer
Cause this heat keeps us wrapped up inside
Breaking out in the summer
Breaking up just to feel alive
Now I don't even know you
Lost your name in a shitstorm I caused
Ran away to annoy you
Drank too much, threw it up and got lost
And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down
And at my own suggestion
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
I'll never forget that you showed me to make art And I know the love you showed me came From a pure and noble heart I love you, and if you want, I'll call you king But why do I lie awake each night thinking Instead of you, it should be me?
Lying down in a field
Holding hands, while I fade into you
As you embrace me with passion and truth
Can we kiss in the garden
Surrounded by roses and orchids
With flower petals in our hair
And mistakes that we made
Fade away as the urges we share
Grow like the flowers inside your hair
Time seems to be over where we could simply say I love you
Now you opened the door
I feel cold
Wakened, I hold you in my arms
Told you that life is short but love is old
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend
You say you just want peace and you'd never hurt anyone You see the end before the beginning has ever begun
Lotus, peony, daisy Plumeria, lupinus, laurier Lily, wisteria
somewhat disturbing is the sound of birds singing when you know you don't deserve it you are not here today and I feel just like an empty eggshell, and my yoke is heavy my yoke is heavy