stubborn lovers

February 11, 2016

what a dismay

we were trying to find the pieces to the puzzle

lets sit cris cross apple sauce and find a new game to play

this one was kind of annoying so we found a new sedative

it sorta messed with our heads and we began to feed on selfishness instead

i know how hard it is to pay attention to the rules

we toss it aside and pretend we know every detail

so much is missing inside that tiny font

maybe theres a thousand ways to play but we like to stubbornly stay

gratitude for this new meditation until

it starts to become abused and unamusing

switch it up again won't ya?

and pour it down the drain once the game starts to take our aim

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