Des fois ça rime,
Parfois ça a du sens.
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Poetic shitpost 101
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Is it noise in my ears? Or birds singing?
As I close my eyes and try to sleep,
I can't tell if I'm hallucinating them again..
Bitter songs in my ears,
The end of this tape is used and grainy,
Maybe I fucked the recording,
Or it's something else I overplayed..
Is it noise in my ears? Or birds singing?
As I close my eyes and try to sleep,
I can't tell if I'm hallucinating them again..
Bitter songs in my ears,
The end of this tape is used and grainy,
Maybe I fucked the recording,
Or it's something else I overplayed..
It's close to 6 and I need to fix,
One more broken trust.
But in the night under my cigarette's shine,
The sky is only lit by this neon dust.
And there I thought,
There'd be stars too
It's close to 6 and I need to fix,
One more broken trust.
But in the night under my cigarette's shine,
The sky is only lit by this neon dust.
And there I thought,
There'd be stars too