My crystal
vision is setting in; so I guess this is pain or you hurting my ego
Crystals ain’t
diamonds, and crystals break
down my
cheeks, shatter on my shirt
I’m okay,
but I’m also a liar. It’s hard to be honest when you’re young
You’re the
blues and I’m familiar. My mom loved the blues.
I know you’re
bored. I want to pay for your diet cokes, your fancy shoes
But my
crystal vision
It’s not
your fault but you got out the car too quick, you’re oblivious, you’re the best
I go home
alone, sleep on the couch to avoid your perfume
With my
crystal vision
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