Friends Forever, Buy Friends for Never.

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Can I say,
We have fallen out of graces,
And we don’t own enough time,
Buy me a hatchet,
Accuse me of swine,
Piggish behavior,
Of hiding our motives,
Behind life’s graves,
Who glaze our black showdowns.

Pitying back kids,
Pitying sound,
No one has mentioned,
You’re quite around,
Batting those lashes,
Who (you) sang with a key,
Cry out, sing out,
Don’t screw around with me.

Serious dances,
A concerto melody,
But please, oh but sure,
Don’t tell me,
I missed a beat.
Weaving between those isles of,
Velvet, lights leading our way,
No we aren’t alone,
Just tell us,
Why there is no one leading,
Today.

The new casts do tell us,
Of tragic new tales,
We hang with morals,
Friends with those ailments,
Oh why do I know her,
Why do I try,
I think she has forgotten,
Who held up her sky,
Bought her a way,
Out of being along,
But no, oh ever,
She bought her own gun.

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A.A. Probably always going to make think of Panic! at the Disco, but other things too. I hope you enjoy it, and I don't know if it is that I am too lazy to write and post, or just afraid of disappoint. Love you loves.