Ainseley- I know
I'm too old,
and the youth group is wrong for me.
I'm poetically on your leash,
and I'm going there to make you want me
I'll save my soul so you can catch a peek
Of the beautiful ideas and ugly dreams
and the wavelengths that I keep in tension
Taraka's home.
By that time I'm sleeping,
And she gets in the pool
To make sure she's breathing.
I want to check her breath for signs of hope,
And I want to mine her mind for game codes
All those beautiful ideas and lovely quotes
I won't you hold you close 'cause I'd cry
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