This girl, she has a smile
that makes the aching worth the while,
she's got me spinning at the carnival,
and I'm not leaving here today.
The dust erupts from the stage,
my body's begging for to sneeze,
I wipe desires on my sleeve,
sighing that it just won't be today.
The audience shelters their neighbors,
the ceiling's raining daily papers,
I mailed her my burning copy,
though we're not on that page today.
In a locked jar I keep the gravel
from the worn-down road she travels,
towards the borderline, so near,
but it's vanished, at least for today.
The white flowers are blooming
in the face of certain peril,
I'll be wishin' them farewell,
but I'll be kissin' them today.
I'm not proud of the fire I fashion,
combustion seems to be my only passion,
since I only want what I can't need,
so I don't need anyone, today.
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