Not Yet Titled (Marlaena Moore Original)

In the corner I was dreaming about the possible outcome of me standing here

Her face was bright in the light and I had to fight away my tears

And I'm no preacher of the year, something hurt

So I ran away quite slowly and on the ground, the shattered glass on the street was smiling at me, like I understand, we're both dangerous and somehow beautiful, we were broken by and irresponsible man.

You describe me as a preoccupied sunny-headed blossom singing sorrow songtress

If it were me you would be a high priority no time to rest

And I really feel I should confess, but I'm to scared

So I fled the scene in a hurry, when I looked up, the stars were flying across the sky, i could feel their call, we're both fiery and we're both looking down, and from the sky we all look so damn small.

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