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
Sincerely
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