The palms that sweat in bars are the same ones that fall in love on the corners outside of them. Your glow versus the moonlight. I'm in love with what you're thinking of.
Staring at dirty fingernails. I'm overcome with the idea of bubble wrapping my past and sending it away. No return address. It's just self against city. Soon time will turn and tell. Distance is/as a collision.
Two smiles in a picture booth to set me back in motion. It's all over myself vs. over my head. Graveyard shift love. No one can really captivate me with words like you do. Lights off, worry off.
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