Stockholm

I could be wrong, on a number of things

But I’ve seen Stockholm & I’m enamored with it

Come test me, I gotta beat a machine

Reverse John Henry, getting hammered

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Let’s go out, Imma be carded now

Come of age, bloody sound

Somebody cauterize my mouth

Now

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We grew legs first, tails the color of sea

So long sweet comfort, making landfall was hard

I love you…are you thinking of me?

If so, then me too

If you’re waking, sand all these boards down

We can place a house

Make a drink

We can put it down

Neat & all on the rocks

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I’m no less confident

I just know less

When I think, all of it, coming down, well, hahahahaha

I could be wrong

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Anyway it’s okay, I’m sanguine

No matter what y’all can say, I’m changing

How about You fess up, get moving

 You are not less in love for losing

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Do you feel good?

Do you feel it?

My skin crawls under y’alls grip

Ain’t it checking out time at the Hyatt hotel?

Are they making exceptions?

I just woke

OH WELL