my head fills with blip sounds now
launching rocket-far
from a hammock full with
teenaged sunnyellow acoustic afternoon
and maybe it is because my love
now mostly glows from my hands
and dedication is calling you at 7:30 every morning
so you can drive to your job, in your city
and my love comes to me through
playthings my love
comes to me through lights
my love
comes to me through
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and hwy 280
i am 20 soon and
watching your pixelated blur
is watching a new planet on hubble space
and when audio cuts out
you know what i said anyway
and what i said was i love you