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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