Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
Strangers
are the closest companions.
You take a shot
and I let it go.
You say I’m pretty
and I let it go.
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