Union

Bike from Union
I'm glad to
See you all new
Hold me lazy
On corners
We are melting
And I know it's hard
And I don't want control

One more night here
Is all I offer
I wish
We were older
In fields of
Future laughing
But there's something
In the phone
That makes me cry
There's something in your
Voice on the phone
Through the phone
That makes me cry

Competition
You're throwing
Numbers out there
Swallow first then speak
I hope I've learned
That much by now
And it's really getting hard
And I saw you in the yard
And It's really getting thin
And I saw you through the dim

And our tongues were made
Of glass
And our feet were
Solid brick
And i didn't want
The breathing room
But it's what you had
To give



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Puntes
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