i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. i think i want to fly away. sitting on top of the setting sun
trying to capture at age twenty-one
? beauty's only skin deep
but love likes to sail when i exhale my lungs. fine wines
good times. to try to be an angel's pantomime
that's the ticket but a different definition than the soul defines