Reading Joan Didion on the couch at my friend's house Drinking earl gray vanilla tea, add water endlessly
Pick at mud on the hem of my pants with your fingertips Spider legs on the floor, we're draped in sediment
Gray clouds, stuck inside Sweet and simple, pink in the middle
Those eyes, what's behind Laid out on the grass above the city skyline
There's a tent in a field I go there to feel Hold a small animal, let it go as it pleases
Glacial pace when I look at your face See the words on the page Write it down to believe it Believe it Believe it
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