Paradise. Been there yet!?!
When she’s high on a headache.
And doesn’t get enough sleep.
In the warm balmy evening.
Wouldn’t a hot cup of coffee be just perfect?!
With some hot pakoras. Maybe.
Coz golgoppas aren’t allowed anymore, you know.
Too bad, she doesn’t drink coffee.
Too bad, coffee sickens her to death.
If only humans could stay in bed all day long.
A thick blanket. A novel.
With a phone, plugged in ear-phones.
Ah. Screw humans.
If only she could stay in bed.
All day long.
A cliché dream, you say?!
And wander the streets in the night.
Let the headaches get better.
And the music get louder.
She could dream of paradise.
Chris Martin will explain that better to y’all.
Yes.
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
Hear that.
See what I meant.
Get that.
That’s the shiz.
Don’t you want to hop up and down with your arms swinging side to side like a maniac?!
Wtf. Is this post all about.
Is my question exactly.
Blah.
Its what’s comes best after a writer’s block. Or whatever.
So high.
Cocktail. Anyone?!
The drink, I say.
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