its like get this attention on me, he's not aloud to leave.
ive controlled this and now I am beginning to live this dream.
I've poked holes to be sure when in doubt.
all bottled up when you scream and shout.
Zipped up to stay, its all coming together now.
daydream picket fences lemonade ask me how.
that white porch future stretches me ear to ear
my insecurities are something easy to see but hard to hear.
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