trouble

the blue tide is pulling me away

tomorrow will be easier

because tomorrow you will say,

spanish is the language on her tongue

my afternoons all warmed up

do you feel as blue as your blood?

see my bones all swelling up

my name sounds foreign from your lips

ah, you should know that there's no life

if it's not living by your life

write me letters from all your islands

lick the stamps, spell me out in postcards

red moon, red moon

oh how the dawn breaks half in bloom

see how streetlights all fade out

i'll give you everything but not so soon.

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And she won't let me go.