…Enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can’t appreciate the depth of the ocean I swam
till I ran out of breath.
I love you, don’t ever fucking question that,
that’s why we’ll probably never get along.
(lyrics: Atmosphere)
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