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Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back
I knew it would be cold again
Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice
I carry them scattered
Another day, another track
I know you’re good, not looking back
Tales of the crazy are making you mad
We are the future, not looking back
Your face is reviving me
Modifies wildly
I woke up in your space, lovely you, no time for anxiety
You’re not doing it on purpose, but the way you are, a separate world
You came to me, you came to me
Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back
I knew it would be cold again
Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice
I carry them scattered
Another day, another track
I know you’re good, not looking back
Tales of the crazy are making you mad
We are the future, not looking back
To keep a certain distance?
Though I’d wish for you to receive this
The mountain of my senses, under the moon
Our bodies levitating, everytime we interact
Who kisses like that?
Another day, another track
I know you’re good, not looking back
Tales of the crazy, are making you mad
We are the future, not looking back