6.Hurricane Formal Weather Pattern
Shake down, you make me break, for goodness sake I think I on
the edge of something new with you. Shout out, don drown the
sound, I l drown you out, you l never scream so loud as I want
to scream with you.
Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes from seeing my
face as I dying to figure out a girl. But she drifts so far
away, I on her coast, so maybe I should stay and map around her
world.
So Don Say hese currents are still killing me？and you can
explain how the wind went and pulled you into the hurricane.
Stand up don make a sound, your ears might bleed. There are
sweet fluorescent enemies that live inside of me. The world
moves faster than I knew, not fast enough to not creep up on you
and the space we put between. So pull me under your weather
patterns, your cold fronts and the rain don matter, because a
sun burns what I needed.
You don do it on purpose but you make me shake now I count the
hours il you wake. With your babies breath, breathe symphonies,
come on sweet catastrophe. Maybe this time I can follow through,
I can feel complete, stop paying dues. Stop the rain from
falling keep my oceans calm this time I know nothings wrong
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