Jimi Bleachball

Foxes In Fiction

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I saw my best friend counting his heartbeat
I saw the best days wasted on sleeping in

Try hard to feel it, mind has now wandered
Hands meant to hold hands, kept from the cold, I don't know

Kids riding two lives, swung from the branches
Kept in our backyards, soon to be sunsets
Oh summer blister, smoking in the van
Go down together, the pavement we've conquered