The full moon makes our faces shine like over-ironed polyester.
I wait in 4/4 time.
And I'll cater with all the birds I can kill.
We wait till the dress rehearsal to say, I wanted it this way.
Let the rain be your applause.
Take this moment to decide, if we meant it, if we tried.
Depluralize our causalities.
Beauty's just another word I'm never certain how to spell.
My confusion corner commuters are cursing the cold away, as December tries to dissemble the length of their working day.
How many beautifully simple, clever lyrics can this man come up with? How is is so possible for him to write what we all live everyday. His songs are anthems for the incredibly ordinary.
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