but morning arrives dark and dreary once again.
I'm here for the laughs and the flowers
so punch me somewhere else then.
The amber and sandalwood are helping,
nude lips and talking to cute strangers.
Perhaps we are doing the best we really can.
Wallpaper bathrooms are beautiful because they are small and hold impact, so I suppose it's all in these small details. The purging and the dreams, the comforter hugs and my hands in your nylon hair. Whatever the cause, I'm itching for the release.
I asked for belly laughs and you enjoyed my line,
so clarify, own, and be bold in what is, and all the days are really just reminders of our own insecurities and judgements of the other.
but today I said I couldn't be in this world, not for the moment, and I returned to numbing this soul.
And later, It felt better, so I went out and had a laugh.
Really, it's all too simple.
and to cry is the best medicine unless the sun is shining and flowers are in my hand.
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