pretend i'm weightless..
i lay my head on my pillow
the sky looks like a hole punched black velvet sheet pulled over the sun
i'm counting the days as i inhale the cold air,
and in this moment, i wish you were here..
the sky looks like a hole punched black velvet sheet pulled over the sun
i'm counting the days as i inhale the cold air,
and in this moment, i wish you were here..

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