TWO YEARS OF LOVER (23.08.19)
n honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of jumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night.
We are what we love. This is Lover.
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cold was the steel of my axe to grind
for the boys who broke my heart
now i send their babies presents
gold was the color of the leaves
when i showed you around Centennial Park
hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
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i am no longer in love with her, that's certain /
but maybe i love her / love is so short...
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and that’s the thing about illicit affairs,
and clandestine meetings and stolen stares
they show their truth one single time
but they lie and they lie and they lie a million times
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