Wild Nights & The Aftermath

The Transit War

The smile on your face is so fake
but my grasp on this night is so innocent
and my hands are beginning to shake
I take a drink and forget it all
Now I'm thinking of palm trees and photographs
in a room filled with wild nights and aftermath
my hands will break this fall
We fit anywhere but here

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