Living in the Thrift Shop
Quite a bundle of inspiration. Fake hope is better than none.
No such thing as true love's kiss. Shop around, try more than one.
No, we might not last long. But I'll live in the moment; like you taught me to.
It's hard not to admire the virtues, that I've learned from you.
Scars cover your hands, I rub them from comfort of pain.
Stroking my wrist, I struggle to catch up with reality. But living in the moment.
Can I pick which to live within?
You could make me smile forever with that grin.
Seems like forever since I've kissed him.
No such thing as true love's kiss. Shop around, try more than one.
No, we might not last long. But I'll live in the moment; like you taught me to.
It's hard not to admire the virtues, that I've learned from you.
Scars cover your hands, I rub them from comfort of pain.
Stroking my wrist, I struggle to catch up with reality. But living in the moment.
Can I pick which to live within?
You could make me smile forever with that grin.
Seems like forever since I've kissed him.
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