i want to move to Montreal to be in love. as soon as possible. remembering bedrooms. and the colors. gotta get out of here. just go.
i see shadows. eyes shooting sparks. something filled me up, not gonna cry before i turn the summer into dust.
guess this sounds weird but i guess this is how to adjust. can't shoot straight with a point of view.
girl, i'm crashing towards you. i understand it now. my whole life prepared me.
to be yours.
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