The salty air breaths heavy
The current pulls you in and out
We can find solace together even if it's messy
Lets erase our past, it doesn't matter where we've been
Plastic shovels can dig out our malignancy
And butterfly kisses can render our hearts better
Use your chivalry, and lets become heroines of symmetry
You be the paper, me the pen, lets become an open letter together
So I sit in my Maryjanes waiting for you
Sipping on intoxication staining my lips red
Let the minutes pass; so our time accrues
And for you, my happiness will spread
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