The Sun

She had her best clothes on
I threw something together
We were all fucked up
Couldn't walk down there
The sun was on our heads
On our heads
She was mad about something I said
A fit of rage, stream of consciousness
The way I rave through this grand mess
She holds my hand
I want to be there again
Walk me through this
Hold me through this
Break my teeth again



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Gordon
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