| i smell your hair and start to circle lopsy and turny with my cigarette�s ash and three little kisses i want i want i want you do not reset you do not resign how many searches and temples how many times do i have to be a quaint little mama i want i want i want it�s suddenly all blurry now i will wake soon enough and my sweetness does not yield one more time around, we�ll find your shoes we�ll find your hat we�ll find your sugar cane we�ll find your car keys we�ll say goodbye simultaneously i miss you already. |
| sugar cane |