I have been wandering around the city while the moon jacks off with little sunshine’s head


I lost my cherry pie underneath the bridge where Kurt Cobain should have died
it was with someone I loved still love and probably always will
even though I have been wandering around the city while the moon jacks off
with little sunshine’s head
these rooftops are our beds

wake up and the sunshine is bleeding all the way to the twin cities
where the hobo party is going on

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