what i said when i wasn't right
i peered through the wet red traffic lights
twisted, wicked alibis after the thrill of being alive
dumb fuck and a lost few hours
kicked out of the bar in a dream of Georgia
where the sky is bluer that your eyes
the art of being alone
the young romantics gotta fight
until they give up on that lie
and learn another to survive
what's become a conscious, endless time
it's tidal when it's crashing through
your eyes blue as the southern sky
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