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Eyes tumble slowly down to the floor,

no evidence but memories shee was ever here before,

no texts keepin that love alive anymore,

so why do i still think of her for?

why do i turn our small waves into my tsunami tides?

why is she still dancing behind my eyes?

time to keep my miind desserted and dry,

roll up cactus and hydrate my mental high,

when all these friends would ask who's that guy,

envious of you and i,

or when mine would ask and i said it's fine,

she's nothing to me, how could they know i lied?

still hard to find love so perfect,

or someone who gets me as nervous,

someone who pulls everything up to the surface,

someone who gives beautiful meaning to the first kiss.