Far From Ideal Islands

I had plans for two tickets

To places we’ve never been

Holding hands with propose

Bringing peace to all lands.

Perhaps my head is a damaged room with scribbled silly sayings smeared sweetly

We all have faults

Baby my anxiety holds all aces from various places with no way it can’t lose

Same thing is what we want, still it feels like nonsense wants to rip us off

Yeah we all have faults

And I know I have my moods

But I still rather have them with you.

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