Catch Me

Throw me in a pool
I’m talking like a fool
The taste of liquid gold
Causes my tongue to dance out of control
Let’s hide further into our souls
And hurt one another in between our bones
I hit on solid grown and fall into my bed of broken arms

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Influenced by Roddy Woomble, classic lit and the zen life.
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