I called you a week ago after the trip to the temple

You didn’t answer so I ordered a float 

I watch the sea line dissolve into gradient 

Thinking about your area code

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You said its hard to score when there’s no goal

So I played along and stole you a mood board 

And i bought a cowboy stripper, throw it at your door

but tying you down with my own ropes

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It didn’t cheer you up 

But you still smiled with nothing at last 

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I put silly strings on your floor, and baby proof alcohol 

Pumping gas on a sinking cruise 

And forgot to connect the dots 

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Isn’t it weird to see the fire burning 

And the fishes flying, drowning freely in heat 

We can’t do a damn thing, mouth full of popcorn 

Lungs covered in smoke, four feet glued to the floor

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You said its the best show we ever played 

But its 5 past call time, and you missed the cue on every scene may

Then the mime becomes a one man show 

Ended in plastic flowers and empty beer bottle 

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Your hand in me, calling me muppet

I laugh with rage and bite you with heat wave 

We were meant to be like seagull and a waterbed 

And we didn’t even have the key

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We hide under winter duvet covers and blast cooler 

Fuck global warming and melting iceberg 

I write on your scripture, and packed you a carrot 

You hate that colour so you blew up the altar

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I wish I was born at 17

So I don’t have to relive this thing 

Hope you hear this, and give me a call back 

Or maybe not, I just hope it end last

Someone put the trigger, i know you have wanted your whole life

Please go gentle, I might still love you back