Waking up to a coffee and a cigarette,
You turning on my favourite playlist.
I swear you are the sweetest thing I've ever met.
No Areosmith reference, pure truth in a blissful haze.
Look at me through the sunshine of the day,
Your eyes at half mass blow me away.
I wish there was a proper name,
Everything erupting all too Hallmark, taints it, makes it the same.
You are a different kind of pretty.
Stay around for a while, don't leave my side.
Let's play reality, dream of mash potato skies.
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