g'day, my name is matt, but u can call me matt....I fly
I soar
This I adore
And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I’m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater
I’d rather be alone
You’re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feather
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