Bitter sweet sleep, summer street
Looks at me and then she bleats out a streak
This just means she got her weed
But not a bong, who’s tired?
Don’t we all just want a little piece of release?
Comfort me and cum for me again
I think she just might be the one
Now we sleep deep under sheets
With a growing underneath
Who was she, who was he?
Who reaped the benefit of love this time?
what’s it all?
Since I could neither fuck it, or cover it
I’d rather smother it
Come to where it goes
Cause it'll come to where it goes
And when it comes to where it goes
Well then it goes away
Well if it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it
Well then it might just be the one
Well if it looked just like it, it felt just like it, you melt just like it
And then it just might be the one
It comes just like echoes,
it goes just like echoes,
it goes just like echoes,
it goes just like a ghost
So she comes to where it goes
Cause it will come to where it goes
And when it comes to where it goes
Well then it comes just like it’s told
Since Sally slipped in deep with them
there was nothing of you to love.
You died but over time you were the one I dreamed of.
Now, instead, we are both dead
but live again delivered in a memory....
I've got a melody that
looks just like it
Smells just like it
It felt just like it
You might just buy it
If it looks just like it
It sucks just like it
It fucks just like it
Well then is god to be the one
You know me…here
You own me…here
You’re only…here
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