No, we can't go that way
There are people making out in the corner and please,
I don't want to see that.
Our secrets aren't whispered
just put out plainly.
It's a pretty, pretty night
We want to fall from the clouds.
No, I'm a oh-so-pretentious kid
who wears black and
bites her nails.
But really, I just want the world to be a
better place, thanks.
We don't kill ourselves with scotch and pills
but well-timed moments of drama and
empty wallets.
You're a tortured soul, unable to face the world
he laughed.
No no, she thought, no
just you.
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