The transit war

Wild nights & the aftermath

The transit war
The smile on your face is so fake
but my grasp on this night is so innocent
and my hands are beginning to shake
I take a drink and forget it all
Now I'm thinking of palm trees and photographs
in a room filled with wild nights and aftermath
my hands will break this fall
We fit anywhere but here
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