Crashintome
Playful Punk
Taylor and butterflies
In my eyes, my world has changed
A thousand times over
With hellos and goodbyes
And "God how I've trieds"
Only to see me vulnverable
While tracing that Monarch's name
In his patterns when he flies...
...And you know our bedroom is empty
With my white shirts stained
My crown without a diety
And I'm assuming this shame.
So unjust, corrupt
Miles from where my love grew up
And how if Id just shut up,
You'd feel how much I miss you...
And how I'd kiss you, drunk
My multi-eyed, playful punk
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Playful Punk
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