The smoke clouded our mind,
Like Oakland trees and panda bears,
They don’t fit but it provides shelter for the panda.
Like how I would say no and you’d still go.
Its like how I miss Starbucks and talking about
Ugly Betty and conspiracy.
Same goes to how I would miss the rooftops
And smoke cigarettes all night staring what’s in the skies.
Midnight summers long hours,
Goodbye sunflowers hello wallflowers.
The clock is ticking back and moving,
The trains ticket is sold out and leaving in the morning.
I gave you a warning, and there’s no turning back.
This is a turning point for me.
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