ring ring
hello,
it's a call from the Navidson house
to let me know that the light has come on
and the walls came tumbling down.
How is it that I feel so soft,
with the lights dim and the shades shut --
ps i love you, a two piece
looping tracks and songs of gold.
I can't really imagine what comes next
what working it out means so i'm just a baby
stuck with the moment where everything
is everything
is trying and i wish you'd knock knock on my door right now
i wish this was something that could flower
something that was allowed.
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