San Francisco, 1955

Did my screams blend in with the sound of the city?
Or did my influctuations ascertain that you are pretty
Drop the needle on coldplay, and let me bleed out
Stop speaking: no doubt

I haven't read
Read a book
Read a book in three years
I wish you talked
Wish you talked
Wish you talked like brad pitt
I

We buy our christmas trees at the liquor store yearly
How many bones do we have to break to think clearly?
I'll dance, until I find the true meaning of disco
Contemplating jazz
San Francisco, 1955



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Writer(s): Parking Lots
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