ii (W. All Saints Street)

I think I got a rush from my musical friend
We had a good time at the art show
Am I crushing on him
We had a swell time drinking wine
As we discussed life and lies
He bared his heart on his sleeves while I got lost in his thighs
He passes the blunt, but I've been laughing enough
His sadness lights up the room as mine eyes melt from my skull
Non consequential enough my heart it tugs for the door
It's just a fictitious crush fueled by my provocative lust
A momentary lapse in judgement stimulates me
You know I had me some fun but I'm not cut out for this run
I love to play the simulator as my death calls me near
Is it just playtime fantasies
I'm fucking lonely ya hear
I'm lonely, ya hear
I'm fucking lonely, my dear



Credits
Writer(s): Braeden Sadler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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