I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
My head's a balloon, inflating with the altitude
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the Ocean's arms
And from here, they can't see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the Ocean's arms
Calm down, release your cares
The stale taste of recycled air
This is what I do for a living.
Sometimes I feel like I have all the luck in the world.
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it was pretty hilarious for a couple of minutes. and then it was sad, so i made her take it off.
your thoughts on the subject?
i want to go