you were my sunny cloudy kind of day
i've been living in a windowless loft
and i liked the roses and letters you gave me
sometimes i burn them for fun
sometimes i cry them to sleep
you were my virtual crush everyday
i was a sucker for your flirt
wish i could make you a cup of tea
and our kind of day watching the ep of chimera ant
and our kind of day arguing in too deep
you are my horrific nightmare every night
dreaming of you strangling the hell out of me
tears and sweats but silent
sing me your 'under the moonlight' dancing song
the sweet escape is a lullaby
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