Meant For A Rooftop Rimas Dissolutas
Laying in bed with a pillow
solitary holds a teardrop
under the radio’s thumb;
Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing;
Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo,
that fire song meant for a rooftop;
Never again will I feel numb,
no matter how things are going;
I’ll bet on that Summer anthem
to take away reality’s sting.
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