Do you wanna get married here
To the sound of the lighter flicks
To the cigarette circle witnesses
The ladies leaving for air
Too much dancing, stumbling

All the little things
Wear shoes you can run in honey
The haul for your life sprint from corner store to apartment
The skateboard jerks who chased us
Plaid jacket puffs of breath cold
Little carrot vapors on sticks
All the little things
Like the sun
Lady above us laying hands on everything

The most beautiful track
Doesn’t have words
Doesn’t have a memory
Works through breaks, punch in the overtime
The most beautiful times
Are when we are so caught up in being alive
The ground moves away, lets the heels run amuck and they do
A levitate fate
Stuttered earth i love you

There comes a time
When you forget to be
Anything but this
The façade drops, the mouth flows
There is just a figment of belief
A grass blade penned in the palm
A delicate place in the teeth
Place important dreams here
Let the stories kick off the covers again
Sleep the sheet into a curled evidence
(we sweat here)
the light and time is marvelous
heart in museums? Resilient.

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