Contemplation Quicksand
i'd rather visit new worlds than to be in worlds of hurt with you
what if we actually had red paint at our arsenal
would we find a town and put of all in use
would we let it collect dust....the same as the attics of our minds
would we open the can and elongate the sniffing of the fumes
would we simply be happy with the joyously cool vibrations that the hot color can bring
again i express, i'd rather visit new worlds than to be in WORLDS of hurt with you
our love is the red paint....what about the RELATIONSHIP.....what do we paint it right now....
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