No crowd surfing

Portrait

No crowd surfing
Sliced hearts with a free stock smiling face
Shattered thoughts
Polka dots
Pants

Flashing screens
White noise, morphine
you got come up to my dreams
to dream like me

Open chords
on a cheap outuned guitar
our younger noise 
Is waving in our veins

Static shot
I can watch my entire life on a VCR
Like staring stars
Or cars crash

What you really are
What you really feel
Why wouldn’t you let this become real

How many roughs will I erase?
How many shots still can I take?
As I stand static in this place
You're rewind me back to begin

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