move to the mountains with me and holler down,
eat fresh cookies in bed cause chocolate chips feel safe,
rest in a dark room, the only light, sound, Stop Making Sense
-action!
please ask me about my beliefs and life, but you don't care,
or contemplate who you'll love this week as it won't be me,
or wipe me off with fist, like milk around a child's mouth
or you could suggest all the things i could do, but won't.
it's okit's all for the bestit's all milk and cookiesundressed, obsessed, suppressedis my favorite place to be.
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