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Wyatt Durel Bobb
Wyatt Durel Bobb
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I'm not quite there But these lights don't care I drown to feel a little deeper for you, darling Hot, how my blood stays hot It's too much to pick and I only get one try I'm afraid I messed up truly But was it my fault, 514 I'm heading eastbound Fuck you one last time unless I don't walk in Strangers win with angels To be fair I hated wasted saviors Bitch I, I feel, disgusting Well I, I'd take my life And I'm not too sure what I could do to bring you there with me Warm, your hands feel warm But I toss and turn and let go I feel so wrong to watch you outgrow (me) I get high with your friends, too bad But what comes first is that I'm glad That in my head I see you every day, in any way 'Cuz I remember one night, running through your hair it felt right Sleeping in my boxers, trying hard not to wake you up And if you sleep I'll think of you in every way Tying thoughts into the hideaway Hold your spine against my front side Wrestle in the moonlight Kiss your neck, squeeze my legs tight Match the face you're making just right Love me love you every damn night
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