All A Front
If we sat down and smoked a blunt,
Would you still tell me not to care that much?
My hair flashing past your face,
You press on that this wasn't fate.
Coiled into you, do you consume?
Can you witness purity without
The angel knowing it's real?
Too much too fast dear
I'm told this often as you can guess
But to live slowly for me is to regress.
I embody courage and truth
But I'm in rage over you.
Hold to your files
I've not always found this to be the case
Do not categorize with even a portion of the facts.
A heart so whole
That you can never get back
Tell me what you want or maybe how I should feel
But this much is true,
This much is real
You put into me what was already there
We all truly want and we all inevitably fear
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