Sofa trip

 

Strange high, strange loves,

Every word I mean, he knows.

… (00:07)

We were high and dreams were vivid

Smoking, drinking without rest

Still, I only got addicted

To his hands holding my waist.

… (02:45)

I don’t want no trip alone

That would be just clouds and dust

I’m a bird and not a stone

Because he’s my wanderlust.

… (05:10)

We shall trade ages for hours

Turn life into poetry

I’ve got my twenty six summers

He’s got immortality.

 

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