my little trainwreck
staying in the peripheral
at the edges of my life
you move fast,
and drink slow
looking for the right song
and none of them fit
remember that Friday?
we rode in a helicopter
i gasped at the view
i could see beyond this
remember my birthday?
i cried at my party
happy and sad
at the same time
i was looking for the right song
and none of them would fit
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