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[mymourningplace]

The wilted flowers that i gave
Were not as nice as your bouqet
All the lyrics that i wrote
Not as smart as the words he spoke
The starlight above my hometown
Aint as bright as the star ive found
Every drawing that i drew
Was never ever as cute as you

Serious as a heart attack
Im looking in my almanac
Ive gotta find out all the things
And find out where you got your wings
Shimmy shimmy quarter turn
I feel like i will never learn
How can i check lost and found
When im too busy getting down