I want to live in a Third World country in the city by a beach
I'm going to live in a Third World country in the city by the beach
These houses look pretty from the outside
A million years of stories to tell
I wanna live near a killing song
In the dirt near Hong Kong
from Malibu to Manhattan
Dirty secrets
City streets
You sit right by me
Right next to me
I came here with an albatross
Of my past
The stories I hold
So dear but so old
So old so old
I came here despite my fears
Despite my tears
All still smirking
"You miss the suburbs
You dirty lying little girl"
It's a long time ago
A long time gone
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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