When I light up the road, I am a rich man and my wife hates me over and over again. And I am laughing at you, me skin seems to be pulling down upon my face and I was thinking about all these books that I would write about you. or read about you.
My limbs just sort of punching their way through the night, but my fingers were on point. Into your center
I wish I could be the machine that puts iron and magnesium into your heart and all the things that I need like soft spinach salads and fish oil pills
I was over here rocking out on all these songs the way I look at the world… as you left town with your hair all that way and I was like
I got this sense about me, the savant thing, about the way everyone looks and does their thing
Shake me up
Shake me up
god I want you to shake me up
I wanted you in all the nights to shake me up and take me out of this.
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