red lines (are fine) but red tape is a mistake.
you're like candy island so
sweet sweet sweet
you never should have settled for
me me me
you're such a con
all knowing knowing
confetti stories now
becoming boring
i can smash some some jam jars
bleed the berries in my car
we can have a picnic
until we get sick of it
i can see your sirens
i know you shoot guns &
wonder if your dreams stem
or if you forget about them
you're like an ice blocked
maybe could have talked
tight words spoken
sorry jet's already flown.
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