blue.

lightning streakin’

tired feet and

you have a way with words

 

teardrops streamin’

down my cheeks when

i think of you in the evenin’

 

meet you at the bar at ten

 

our innocence is leavin’

cocaine weekends

trippin’, drippin’ in gold.

 

clingin’ on to what we know.

 

but i was misinformed

and i was worried, dear

and i felt a longin’

 

felt it leave the atmosphere.

 

 

 

 

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