well, i’m a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication.
and you’re a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation.
i’m a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation.
you’re a friday night.
i’m a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication.
you’re a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion.
i’m an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication.
but i believe we’re meant to be.
something, somehow, someday…
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