i shroom fell for you
and i went to bed thinking about you eyes
and what even deep hazel couldnt fully disguise
and i wanted to hold you but rocks were breathing
and you were overwhelmed and so i kept reading
i fucked myself thinking about your eyes
and your body not on me but by my side
i guess functionality turns me on
and maybe ill gather this into a song
i took a breath thinking about your eyes
and my lungs cough up smoke and except their demise
and though mountains offered an increadible view
the only thing that attracted my eyes
was you
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