Stop piercing me with that pride-
cause my eyes are way too blurred
to possibly reflect it back.
Those smoker's wrinkles,
smothering your face
make me feel so far away
from heart to hearts
on aromatic nights.
STOP telling me
I look so different now.
Cause that grocery store uniform
just doesn't compare
to that jersey I always knew you'd wear
Nor you're just a dream filled boy
from my past.
And it makes me really miss
7/11 lights on crisp nights.
Artist: Elizabeth Hoffman School: North Allegheny |
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