So was there ever a night where
You were just faking it?
Letting the sheets do all the talking?
A solitary reminder that i was asleep,
Dreaming of my innocence.
Innocent front-yard experiment, living
Through books and TV:
I wish to be a prince charming,
But I can't see shades of violet.
I've nerver worn a cape.
I'd confess to my pride,
Submission seemed like such a fine example.
Priority for the masses,
Forget all the trespasses
And turn my back on gold.
So I spend my warmth on cold,
Mid-winter wines. A fine pick
But shared by everyone.
It's no wonder the past seems so drunk;
I was in a stupor for my first time. |
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