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Cool Nights
02:57
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it’s been a cool night with you
people are asking, how do
i land in such nice moments
i dunno, i photoshop the plane tickets
denim jackets, photobomb, a sunroof rain
long island sounds good, replay the tape
sing dreams in rewind so parents can hear
(seersh gunay bneng a sinop sish naegalier)
get your jeans, we all deserve a cool night
solar lights, we all deserve a cool night
oh, we all deserve a cool night
‘cuz after it it’s all a hot mess hell life
this seems a good thing, us two
shoes filled with beach sand as we swim through
cataclysmic romance and schools of sharks
they won’t eat ya ‘cuz they hate the taste of sweethearts
never friends in high school, but now we’re here
we’ve lost the fun of youth, yet i find careers
such far-fetched concepts, i guess it’s ‘cuz
capitalism made a dying soul in all of us
get your jeans, we all deserve a cool night
solar lights, we all deserve a cool night
oh, we all deserve a cool night
‘cuz after it it’s all a hot mess hell life
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Alex
03:36
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bread tie
like a ring in a box
bled dry
from the words i’ve not spoken since i died
nice try
i’m as sly as a bed frame
your toes are blue and black
but that’s not why you cry
sleep soundly in the void
on the way
to my front door
california calls
and i’d swallow my own teeth
before i’d go back home
straight anxious
hold onto my hoodie while we run
where the bass lets
itself rhythmetize with my drums
just let
someone with a softer touch handle it
this magic
neverending
like museum screams
like afterlife and summer nights
and rainbow dreams
i sit
in empty clubs
til the silence turns itself into the songs i love
i’ve learned so many things
from you
and from my own mistakes
hollywood boulevard
holds my soul
in its hand
straight anxious
hold onto my hoodie while we run
where the bass lets
itself rhythmetize with my drums
just let
someone with a softer touch handle it
this magic
this symbol of love
at this party
i’ll crash it
you sting on my skin
like you’re battery acid
and death’s just like life
things don’t ever quite last, it
leaves a bad taste
like battery acid
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