tastes like mixed berry

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time steps out a little bit slower tonight.

her wedding dress shows through the cracks in the door;

i'm just waiting for her to take that first step down the aisle.

she's actually getting married to a boy who wouldn't even

take her out to dinner; wouldn't even bother to

watch her smile first thing in the morning.

--

and i'm teetering on the precipice; i'm watching

doors open and a glint of gold flashes on the left hand and i'm

steering dilated pupils towards a radiant face, my god

you look so beautiful being someone else's girl

--

your chest is swelled with pride, i can't imagine

what it must feel like to be his bride because

in my mind we are flying to australia.

in my mind we are already down under and

i'm waiting for all that silk to break loose...

you're really getting married to someone who doesn't

know your favorite color or what kind of yogurt you like.

--

and i'm swimming across lake michigan; i'm watching

doors open and a girl flashes me a smile and i'm

steering open eyes towards a radiant face, my god

you look so beautiful being someone else's girl

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i don't believe in lucid dreaming because i'm already too awake.