smells like summer

smells like trees

smells like summer trees smell like summer smells like summer trees smell

smells like bullshit

you know my heart's sick

you know i'm heartsick

you know i'm so sick

of loneliness, death, piss and stars

drinking in pubs and sitting in cars

right where you lay there's a flower growing up right between your thighs

i hope it makes you feel special

as you look up, turning sky into skies

spin design

spin desire

spirit design

spit design

spit desire

spilt desire

"spirit desire"

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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