what's the point anyway?
someone somewhere is banging on a piece of wood
someone somewhere is banging on the side of a house
someone somewhere is banging on a set of drums
all of these things are outside of my window
the clouds turn a cool gray and i am swirling somewhere beneath them
i haven't talked to you in more than a week
i can't remember what sleep feels like but vaguely imagine it being nice
i only send snap chats to people i consider celebrities
somehow you feel more out of reach, and better than me
i may be lost in this sea, but i vaguely imagine you standing at my harbor
i drink down my bleach
and picture how nice the sunset must look from santa barbara
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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