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From guts to deep cuts, from freshman jump to sophomore slump,
in our most uninteresting conversation, I still am in utter fascination,
and no more intoxicated teases, even though I am drunk sipping and gone,
I am the moth, you are the light upon which I'm seemingly drawn.

It's a mistake to drink with my mind at stake,
woke up not knowing what the day will toss in my way,
it's a mistake to be a part of your company,
shared moment or shared mp3 as I still feel wet from the sea.

We knew the repercussion of the follow up to our pinky promise,
dog gommit, so dangerous that I lost your trust,
enough playing the good guy, when I can seal in and be shy,
why act on a whim, when the whim involves the sky.

Never aim for a dream, impossible to ever locate,
stars are much less than they seem, light refuses to abate,
fight on little star, allow me to look and always see,
the smile that left a mental scar and a mind wrenching memory.