it's like the prospect was picture perfect
with a house and a dog and greens that flourish
pretty little combs running through her hair
over callouses and tears
sentimental snares pulling back on folds
proceeding the floods and burns
Please what i need is collapse
it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back
free a constricted reprise
it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise
Silly ideas pounding my inner ear
it was a repetition trance
separating the future from there
Please what i need is collapse
it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back
free a constricted reprise
it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise

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