
So many lines for the eye to follow
So many lines for the eye to follow
You're unmistakably ignorant and completely immature... So honestly I can't think of anything, that I like about you anymore.
I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while another drink awaits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with emotions like stone.
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