Two lone one could have done it right
Now we seem to live in different poems
I'm glad you're not cute coincidence
We're like a set-up.
I told the blues of my wounds
It rained in the sky again
Looks like it's a robbery.
I feel like I'm out of your eyes now.
I feel like I'm out of your eyes now.
Don't tell anyone we can keep it
We moved to the citier of poetry
I didn' forget I had a size again
Oh the goblets are broken to you tonight.