Allie (iremainalone) wrote,

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teenage love was underground

I love you I love you I love you I want to see you I miss you I need you I love you I love you I love you. 



                  You    dont    do     it    on   purpose
                  But     you       make      me    
                  Now I count the  hours til you
With       your        babies       breath
Breathe                         Symphonies
                  Come     on      sweet    catastrophe



In vain, I blame my trembling on the cold air but I cant hide that I rely on you; like yellow does on blue.  You are my good feeling.  I'm kneeling inside a room, he paints me blue.  And you are my reason for breathing.   Ceilings dont exist and there are no floors beneath me and I just look on through my love and through the haze.

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