
Spend our day in the grass,
filling souls with sunrays
and getting plastered on cheap red wine.
Warm breath against each others' faces,
Mine smells like burnt tobacco.
We may never be true adults,
in anything but numbers.
--
Copics on some kinda paper idk
filling souls with sunrays
and getting plastered on cheap red wine.
Warm breath against each others' faces,
Mine smells like burnt tobacco.
We may never be true adults,
in anything but numbers.
--
Copics on some kinda paper idk
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