On borrowed time, while your clock ticks faster.


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Summer starts breaking
Heart cuts making souls cry “why?!”
Count your regret Blue

Afraid of love Jones
Bones Thrones Castles Homes Liquid Lust
Crying on the street

Was it everything
Was it lovely energy
Do you remember

Lost in a lost world
So many sheeple so so..
Cold penny for thoughts?

Not quiet your scene doll
Not quiet your happy cocaine
Make you rain and numb

Between thighs baby cry
Love’s cold air’s dry for the eyes
It felt great to Wake

And so you kept on
Fucking running fast as Light
Tight despite last night

And soon you restart
Playing your harp with your heart
Broken shadow art

Pick up the pieces
The weather is getting cold
Once Gold now seems old

Kisses Kisses Misses Misses Misses

-Richí

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About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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