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Saturday night the summer is here under clothes hands dissappear buttons slip they've gone stray with them thoughts have gone away too far to see from the back seat where sleeping is the enemy in our hands theres more sense butchered words dont understand to ourselves our skin sticks our palms sweat our teeth click flashing glimpses do not see when daylight is the enemy i can barely see your blue eyes i can barely make them out its alright, in this realm your mouth tastes perfectly like ciggarettes its okay it is fine theres nothing, just one thing on our mind saturday night the summers here the sound of breath is in our ears yes the coast is completely clear to wonder, we dissappear. |