Not permitted on land so I took to the water today. Old play lists have been a pat on my shoulder from the past, letting me know I'm still alive... somewhere beneath this fair armor.
The sun is such a harsh shade of warmth today that I'm pretty sure I'll forget to go home.
Sometimes I think I might fuck up in hopes that if I actually do something right it will feel saint-like. Either way I'll always be on the wrong side of the meridian.
It's more than alright to sing off key here. We are the original pirates ... the ones that require no anchor. Chasing sunsets and such.
You stood out better when you were .75 cents down with seconds left. PS: Next time, focus on trying to fake your own chest out... not my heart. Still purring?...
Welcome to the lovehostage show. Keep your voices down and enjoy our feature presentation. See you on the second track.
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