Anavalanche

In throes of all things dead and potent
A bookstore carries a view
Safari song i sold my wrong
Inner child abandon rosy hue
Limping to the car drunk like garage door damn this chance
I sink in grasses tulip bound a corpse devoted happenstance

Fruit hits tongue as morning comes and sways with moaning twos
Each gesture so gentle yet heaven won't change what he said on top of you
Hating rationed glimpses of a brighter greener land
A soul for two in carbon liquid glassy dandelion plants

Anavalanche
Anavalanche
Anavalanche

I don't give a fuck about nothing
I don't give a fuck about nothing
I don't give a fuck about nothing
I don't give a fuck about nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Kramer
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