look at the colours, look at the sea
tomorrow we'll write a piece of poetry
and if you look on the left side of a dream
you'll recognize our ghosts breakin free
and yes I remember, I'm used to it
I remember, in the perfection of sunset
everything is shown for what it is
it wasn't destiny or chance that made us who we are
it was all because of God's mistakes
look at the colours beyond this glass
look at the heavens that never rest
another breath you draw will shred no cloud
and stop no dawn
(this is for my best friend, but she doesn't know)
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