18:28 11-12-2019
She could only love in the abstract
Go on and on about the halcyon days
The musicality of the universe
And why nothing gold ever stays
But holding down a job didn’t really click
And remembering birthdays never seemed to stick
And maybe I’m just being a dick
But can’t she pay for dinner every once in a while
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